Making myself whole
from each ounce
gathered from the
heartfelt love
of the nothingness
of the surrounding….
A celebration
of tears unshed.
...to make them count,
which never fell...
A scratched paper…
and some spilt ink….
is all I have
to make of each moment blessed…
and of blessings each moment gave….
Contemplating with nature to compose the whole physical being great write my friend...........10++++++
sarvesh, once again a brilliant write....I really admire your work man..cheers..10
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awesome mahn.........truly..........thanx......