
My time, my own
Sits in fallow
How should i,
Fail not to pretend
My stunting growth
Un-Reprimanded
Material wholly unneeded
Manifest of this worldly
Joys aplenty
How often i have wondered
The obscurities of life's
challenges in images
How love is just a breath
A mystic enigma
Of uncommon solitude
A loving monument
Speaking in
Cryptic verses
This life is

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