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The intensity of sensitiveness added flavours to my so-called imperfections of life, guiding me son my desired paths, inspiring me with miracles.
The clock ticking clear and loud, Now displaying ten past eleven Everyone retiring in their cozy comforts Happy, serene, and content.
With the clock ticking now, louder and prominent Remind me of the emptiness of my life Devouring me with the insecurity and uncertainties Of the recent advances.
The clock continues to tick, plunging me on a cruise Clearing doubts about my course of realisation To keep going with the flow For nothing can be taken for granted.
Of people, near and dear ones Of life, situations, and patterns Of self-health, physical and mental Of fact, life is all about little things to cherish.
The intensity of sensitiveness Added flavours to my so-called imperfections of life Guiding me shore my desired paths Inspiring me with miracles.
Imperfections, the least thought about If considered as a norm Can lead us to our destination Mending the unimaginable arenas of life.
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A mother, a wife and a woman defines me. I became a homemaker by choice and turned into a writer by chance. Now, looking forward to try my hand at new styles of writing and read more...
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