neither here nor there …
traversing the meandering bylanes of life,
tears fall,
through the cauldron of strife,
memories like jagged shards of sorrow,
embedded,
hewn into a torrent of emotion,
flow on …
and on,
cascading over raw wounds,
reaching, without
seeking,
peace …
within.
clinging onto filaments of hope,
while hollow words
crawl,
fade,
mope,
slinking away to settle,
on tattered scrolls,
while life persists,
so long as the river rolls…
Life is an ongoing struggle!
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It is indeed, friend. It sure is.
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