Counting the passing days
for the manic week to pass
Little do I realise
Each day is a chip of my life
To be lived
Not to be passed
Chip of My Life
Counting the passing days
for the manic week to pass
Little do I realise
Each day is a chip of my life
To be lived
Not to be passed
I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words And through this screen across the virtual world View more posts
My Tales Within
Well said!!
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Many thanks. Feedback does motivate. 👍🙏
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