In seconds, the hand scrolls;
Lingering thoughts,
Overthinking of all sorts,
Vanish at a foreseen distort,
Eager to see it once and for all;
Yearning for a ping,
Obsessed as if a bling;
Unable, but understanding;
Ergo, it can wait;
Realizations then await;
In a minute, an hour, a day,
Comes this and that is.
to and for the eager;
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end.
Category: Free Verse Poetry.
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𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚
Random𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲. A poetic sanctuary where contradictions find harmony-a delicate interplay of sorrow and joy, chaos and...
