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If eschatology were to be believed,
Life were to end by now, certainly;
but here; I live and so do you,
something says we’ve eons to spend.
Restlessness steals peace of solitude,
drenched in memories; good and odd;
pushing the seams of wrapped, lost thoughts;
like turning pages of an old read book.
Adversities that bedraggled bonds,
sudden flash of a well-kept secret,
debris of broken hearts from deceived love;
conducts that awarded unfair epithets -
tears flow down of joy and sorrow,
as glimpses from this movie are caught,
I wish some edits could be made,
only if some time could be borrowed!
The air of grief then slowly hummed,
the songs of happiness we sang then;
reminding that the bad whiles spent,
are indeed that keeps other times content.
For Wordle#127 at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and tuesday platform at Imaginary garden with real toads