Challenge


When nothing goes straight, then nicely you understand, dreams smash.

However, road doesn’t terminate.

Endless seas, scenic clouds, stunning geometrical landscapes.

So often nebulous, sceptical, lines skew ways.

Sometimes sureness scars.

Scatter rhapsodies, so often.

Newer roads surface, eventually.

Yet, the end distresses.

Synergise,

Else, elapse.    

End demands silence.

-NZ
13.6.2019
Note: Every next word starts with the last alphabet of the previous word. 

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