Unravelled :: Nassira :: Original Poetry

Unravelled

The sky has been cleared from stuffiness and clutter,

Meanwhile the wind has blown the remaining sputter.

Suddenly the vision freed from stutter

Unravels a world of words to mutter.

The softness of the scene, comparable to butter,

At one time was curtained in a tight shutter,

Reminding a maze of infinite gutter

Shielded by taboos and more... not to utter...