alone in the throng,
sifting through the detritus of torn yesterdays,
thoughts weave,
ever searching,
to belong.
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Afzal Moolla
A Manic Scribbler
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the latest
- A Cocktail of Anti-depressants*
- thoughts of yesteryear
- the shedding of skin
- an experimental scribble
- tattered scrolls
- a wish for you, my friends
- they do not see me at all
- searching
- veils
- the chords of dissonance
- double-helixed uBuntu
- she walks alone
- a child of war and terror
- mushy & schmaltzy
- a 10 minute scribble
- Ché Guevara (14 June 1928 – 9 October 1967)
- a simple wish
- thick as a brick
- skin to skin
- in the deep
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The desire to belong….. Nice
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Thank you!
Peace ✌
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The desire to belong…powerfully expressed!
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thank you, my friend, as always.
Warmest wishes and hugs.
Peace ✌
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Niiiice!
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thank you, my friend
Peace ✌
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