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Like morn to evening,
swinging by,
like dusk to dawn,
a spiral jolt to mind,
caught in yarns of web,
spun by life's perplexities
the soul yodels,
vocalizing over sad whimper,
of times in the sunset
Thoughts in transit,
hooting in the distance,
we're antelopes on display,
for the tiger's vivacity
pain is the heart's medicine
engulfed by an urge
to tip the tea cup
and spill redness
till we're basking in Oblivion
We sink in thinks,
dwelling deep on memories,
of moments in secluded barns
where bones and loneliness
gingerly resides
bring smiles to the drinks,
a little Mozart for the spirit
a paracetamol to numb
the numbers of rain drops
on the silky pillows
When tomorrow Will come,
like breast milk to toddlers
we shall hurt anew,
like a reopened wound
drowning in the melody,
of our yester years
still wielding thoughts,
like transgressions
on our blistered shoulders