A walk down the meandering road,
Of thoughts and nostalgia in the air,
Steps taken, forwards and back,
Seem forever and ever and eternity,
Soul searching,
Voice reaching.
Heart burning,
Mind screeching,
A dust, speck like in this life,
Creates ripples across the mind,
All the memory cuts like knife,
As it starts to settle down slowly, to unwind
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2 comments:
The last week did THIS to you ;-)?
@suma
guess itz a spill over ;)
thanks for stopping by...had been over a year now I guess... :)))
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