Swaddled in frozen silence In a weather so dolorous and damp The pores of her mind sweat painful memories Which take a headlong flight Faster than the beams of light At times shaking their fearful manes As unbridled steeds, they come Raising dust behind Making all sanity blurred. Often, they rise from their indulgent stupor And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts They never care to stand in queue Jostling each other with no manners They bump on one another, breaking all decorum Like an unruly mob on impatient wait Caught in the vortex of a whirling current Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium And she plunges into the bottomless depth To be choked there in whirling gloom!
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