That which was there yesterday has changed...
You can ask me, but can I tell...
May be its just the new,yellow air, or the unfamiliar smell of eucalyptus.
May be its my heart again, or the senses feeling a little perplexed.
The faces, the rooms, the lanes and the noise...
They add up to something I cannot call mine.
Only your words remain, your voice and your name
To take things along...things I need to call
My Life.
5 comments:
well expressed.....smile, life is beautiful in its impremanance too!
How you put your thoughts, deepest and most delicate feelings into words! And words being the brown,brick-solid formations..convert magically into a form,smoke-like,fragnant :)
Am I making sense?
@ Monica- Thanks!
@ Ashar- :) You do Ashar!
this is musings, misgivings at her best:)
Thnak you Alahomora!
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