If I write, every word turns to dust,
If I speak, it scatters in the wind,
And gets lost within time.
As I speak, words whisper,
This is a fleeting moment,
Then they disappear.
But I!
I write constantly and speak continuously.
Consciously, Underlining the words,
-And- within the present moment,
I know, I exist.
- Author: Yuksel Inel ( Offline)
- Published: September 22nd, 2023 11:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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