Something new has been scribbled on the page…I hope it remains there.
These are strange times…times when nothing remains…
The woman thought she had created a child…
Time did the trick…it wasn’t a child who scowled back!
Shadows too are quick to leave you!
You need to tie them by your waist…
And hands?
They leave you too…yours…and another’s…
I am here though…I remain.
You can turn…turn and ask me a question.
Questions always remain…
And the answer?
I had scribbled it for you…yes I had!
May be it walked away…
Nothing remains…these are strange times…
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