To be alone with the thoughts I cherish while nostalgia plays the muse in my background
I could not possibly ask for anything else
But as the snow sticks I just have to sit there and ponder and ponder..
What if the memories disappear like snow when the sun is at its highest and the glistening turns unadorned. I ask the mouse who accompanies me in the corner of my room.“What happens when the muse runs out?”
“Where will my thoughts go?”
He said to me, “Who’s to say?.. But who’s to wonder! After all, we do have Forevermore to ponder.”
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Author:
Kana (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2022 01:32
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
That forevermore is always there for us Kana.
Andy
deep questing
to shortcut avenues
in our passageways of life..
an intriguing read, yet again
thanks for sharing
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