What of the today, that was meant to be?
Haunted against the mortal choice
Of an uncommitted past in blur
Unchangeable by today’s tools and thoughts.
One string thin viscous with yesterday’s vehemence
The other thickly greased with shards of today’s forgiveness
Churn a helix around the voice that cries out, and
Synchronise their dues and create the silent moment.
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I love the look of this blog.I like the feel.I will be back to read this piece.Keep up the great work.You are an inspiration.
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thank you, will do, thank you 🙂
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Yeah, ur right. It does seem incomplete. That’s because I’ve only lived half of my life. Can’t say it’s my best effort though. Just wanted to use the words ‘child of december’, so i wrote it 🙂 when’s the next trip down to the arabian sea?
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