The Yearning Sessions
Doesn't poetry save lives?
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Name ~
I struggled with fragilities
with a sense of eternity,
I thought I was the ground,
even as I moved as the breeze.
Then, in a fleeting moment
I knew -
your name was an illusion,
hence only yours would abide.
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