Time changes with the breath of a conch, like the bath a blade of grass takes on dew … The things that leave you never to return, words spoken never to be uttered again. The whispers stealing into my ears from amid a thousand noises. How do you manage to make it so far from the silent skies? Friends from a far off place calling ... Where have you gone in the loneliness?
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times - moves, curls, poses, glitters
memory - haunts, distorts, burns
distance - increases, comforting
loneliness - a pleasure indeed
Thanks so much ... loved it
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