A song without a chorus.
A wallet without a picture.
It's the same sky we're under.
But we're not going to be the same tomorrow.
The sun is sure.
We are not.
It's the same face we see in our mirrors our whole lives.
That face seems to us different everyday.
Our thoughts.
Our difficult minds.
Our fragile hearts.
Our lives.
My life.
You know, I kinda like a poem of random lines :) Nice stuff! :P
ReplyDeleteFree verse and few random lines strung together made a wonderful poem... look at the flow of it... you will find the same...
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Keep writing :)