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A Writer's Lament
When will the word stop flowing?
When will my mind succumb me?
Will this hand ever lock tight?
And, if it does, I will cease forever after.
When will my mind crumble to those stone hard questions?
Will the questions be too much?
Here I am always thinking.
Here I am always no more?
When will my mind succumb me?
Will this hand ever lock tight?
And, if it does, I will cease forever after.
When will my mind crumble to those stone hard questions?
Will the questions be too much?
Here I am always thinking.
Here I am always no more?
Published 16th Aug 2012
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21st Aug 2012 8:17am
Thought provoking piece, too many questions can be too much as can unhealthy thinking.
Nicely penned and expressed.
Nicely penned and expressed.
