The anchor of time ticks away,
Creating a melody to the click of keys
As the stark dark sky turns to golden dawn.
A parched taste in my mouth interrupts the symphony
As my mother’s snores take center stage for a solo
Performance with the growling of my stomach that will
Wait until the masterpiece of a mundane experience
Is completed.
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Echo\'s of Destiny (
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- Category: Reflection
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Mundane experiences sometimes are the best and what we base good and bad are measured by. Well done
Thank you Sorenbarrett! I really appreciate your time and perspective! I couldn't agree more with your statement. ❤️
It is my pleasure
Nicely done
Thank you!!! ❤️
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