Cold dawn, freezing waters, steel doors- acting stubborn to approach, chilly rooms- solitude.
The rise of the morning sun births a new day, full of hopes, filled with possibilities.
With a strike of age, time- stands- still... everything moving as expected- unexpectedly.
New faces sprouting , familiar, eager, friendly. Uncouth behaviors kicked hard, fortunately
its mid-day
all gets sway and away
rumbling tummies turn off the ignition
smiling mundanes yearn attention
a slap of faith gains us recognition
and the hour hand never disappoints
running joyfully down the slope
and Lord! these gayous faces sell out the occasion
the end has come!
the battle has ended!!
its closing time!!!
...at least for today, fingers crossed for tomorrow.
rida writes...
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RandomHi guys, this a book filled with my overflowing thoughts...😊 I hope you like the contents of this book as it reflects some spectacles of life Thank you for reading ☺️
