Cobbled Clutter

The cobbled clutter,

Finely etched,

Imprinted by Time’s Surf,

I try to walk on the monolith beauty,

But it chided me in arrogance.

For I fell flat down,

Trapped in the cloistered spaces,

Losing myself in the labyrinth,

The tenacious clutter never let me go.

The cobbled clutter,

That is life,

Full of adamant edifices,

They never let us go!

We fall,

We rise,

Only to fall again.

Traversing rough terrains,

Clanging on the cobbled clutter,

Life goes on.


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