I am slow these days,
Blood turning viscous each day,
And the skin to the color yellow,
The breath falls short as the leaves turn red,
Sky speaks stories of the night,
I turn to the mirror these days,
When the light creeps out my front window,
Scaring away the little eccentricities my consciousness carries with her each day,
And I hold onto my fears,
The world trembles and jiggles the mind,
I am slow these days,
Maybe I ran too fast….
Nice work Harsh!😄
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Thank you Nawaz. 😇
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Beautiful creation , Harsha
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Thank you so much Sirji. 😇 Sorry for the late reply.
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Hope all is well?
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Hi Lily, sorry your comment went to the spam folder and I don’t know why. Thank you so much for asking. We’ll it was one night when I was really stressed to find a balance between my work and my other ambitions. It was a tricky night and I am trying to work through it. 😇🤗
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It is difficult to manage a lot of things at the same time, and I am sure you will find a way to make this work. And you should prioritise your health and well-being. Get plenty of sleep and stay hydrated.
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It is very. 😅 Sorry for the late reply Lily. Somethings came up. 😅 i am trying my best to include workout in my schedule. I think maybe that what that keeps me sane. 😇
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what a poignant pome Kumar. You sound busy my friend. I do hope you can get some balance in your life. Take good care of you. xo ❤️ you are important to me! ❤️💖
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And you are important to me as well Cindy 😘😍😇
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Thanks dear friend! 💖🤗🙏
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