Day 17/52
What if today were to be my last…
Good bye would fly in hard,
but may you’d be the one I wanna see…
As my heart beats pounder at their lowest.
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The magic in life, quite a spectacle, right! Stories all woven with a sense of nature… Curved and craved with nature’s touch.
We all wanna be somewhere in life, doing what we love most, and probably are good at… But we also imagine, what life ought to be like at our lowest and at our last. Things like, who’d it be last we envision as we close up, the last heart beats we want playing in our ears. And, that last perfume we’d want to smell. Ouh! the soft voice… the last one ringing, perhaps it’d put us at peace in the next world.
Days offer equal opportunities to us all, so does poetry. We have time to appreciate, and so put our dreams in writing…just like poetry. Our scary moments, can be made simpler, and the simple ones we’d love to cherish, brought closer. That’s the power in poetry.
Even then, goodbyes never come in easy
Billz' words of thought 