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Wednesday, 20 September 2017

[Poem] Fleeting Thoughts

Fleeting are the thoughts. 
We once thought naught; 
Tugging us along clouds, 
With silver lining strands. 

Words uttered belie 
Locking of our eyes; 
So intense, 
That pulling away scorches. 

A sip of the wine, 
Hoping it would erase, 
The sensations 
Ceasing the confusions. 

Burning the heart, 
Like a candle to its wick; 
Marring the silent 
Room, is denial's insistent knock. 

And dreams, 
Now feature you; 
And the sadness 
Of realization unreal.

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