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Defining the Difference
she gazed uncomprehending
at the star stuck on the arrow
stopped sharply from falling
to the flooded ground below
the twinkles from the sky's gone
the greyness seems permanent
no subtle colours between the tone
and rainbows struggle not to be alone
relax inhale and exhale
stop stay in one place
drifting in boats without sails
is not an epitome of peace
breathe...
at the star stuck on the arrow
stopped sharply from falling
to the flooded ground below
the twinkles from the sky's gone
the greyness seems permanent
no subtle colours between the tone
and rainbows struggle not to be alone
relax inhale and exhale
stop stay in one place
drifting in boats without sails
is not an epitome of peace
breathe...
Published 15th Jan 2025
Author's Note
Life problems and illness
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15th Jan 2025 8:39pm
As we drift every single thing changes colour and taste.. Struggling not to fall.. clinging to a saving breath! Such an inspiring poetry! Always an immense pleasure to read you, dear Grace.. God bless you.
15th Jan 2025 8:46pm
Thank you dear Besma for reading and the kind comments. A motivation and encouragement to write better🌹as always. Be blessed.
Yesterday 00:46am
I hope whatever physical ailments you are facing are met with strength and healing, Grace. I was captivated by the imagery of drifting boats without sails not being the epitome of peace.
