Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Monday, March 21, 2016
Question of time, again
When I tell him about the second
wasted for other purposes
in waiting for tomorrow, that is just a possibility
he tells me not to worry;
time comes to us, again, like
the tide- renewing its faith.
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