There was this someone not too long ago.
There was not a day when we wouldn’t talk.
There was this someone not too long ago who would fight me and tell me that I was better than what I thought, There was this someone, who though didn’t know me in the literal sense of the term, knew me well.
There was this someone not too long ago with who i spoke in poetry.
There was this someone not too long ago who was enticed.
Now the mystery wanes, but, there was this someone not too long ago who had not yet solved the mystery.
No one would ever get enough, each one will have a part to share, a share to take and go.
ReplyDeleteSooner or later, there will only be life that would be sung like ballads and in recitals of poetry.
Regards,
Blasphemous Aesthete
it is in past tense.
ReplyDeleteno one ever got enough, each one had a part to share, a share to take and go.
and now there is only reminiscence that can be sung like ballads and in recitals of poetry.
The mystery never wanes ... jst that some people stop discovering further. Where theres a motivation to know further , to move further ... magic is created.
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