Fleeting moments Riding the rush of the river Uncertain drops, Merging with the flow Turbulent yet confined Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t” Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon, benovalence is just a show The froth explains the churn between the Will and the Fear the Will loses, alas Restrained passion, stays in tow It ain’tContinue reading “The moment arrives”
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