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 (
Online) - Published: August 26th, 2026 15:11
- Category: Reflection
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