Hands shaking
Paralyzed handwriting
Pause.. Wait..
Yesterday, half a decade gone
Yes, but..
Hush!
Prior sacrifice disregarded
Time flies; I flew (within)
Shame.. please, no eye contact
But we are one
Smartass, count me out
Almost midnight, half a decade's prologue
Good luck!
4 comments:
Time's flight . . . sigh. Leaves me wondering where all the previous hours, days, months and years vanished into. . . thin air or the deep recesses of our mind? Nevertheless we must press on and strive to make today and tomorrow better than yesterday. Happy New Year.
hmm, good poems.
Wassup Homie?
Great blog you've got, i'm glad i stopped by.
Oops . . .before i forget lovely poems.
Thanx y'all..
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