Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Did you find it?? Haunting eyes...
still searching for time
what a shot!love it!
ahh..nice. Time as the passing of the stars, our true timepiece.
Ah siva, you hit it right on the head!
Incredibly compelling image.Time can be as elusive as the search...
Do we ever find time, gel?
Is it my imagination or are there shadows moving around the image. Amazing and haunting.
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