With each sip of dark coffee,
Inhaling every bit of dark thoughts,
Pulled by the gravity of being alone,
Pushed by the fear of getting torn.
Still,
Blurring the bereaved moments of the day,
Focusing on meager joy on the way,
Though negligible as they say.
great….I must say….things may not be same everyday….someday it will be our way….
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That’s the hope..the beautiful hope to live with..
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cape of good hope….
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sigh…beautiful…and not negligible…
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Thanks geet
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welcome…
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