by Venkat


as moments present, flutter their wings
shiver they not from icy past shadows
cringe not ever from fires tall, to come

in synch they waltz with every breeze
dropping their dew as the sun glows
forgetting it ever existed on its bosom

holding the present on a soul, green
knowing when to leave its own home
no trace of desires broken, unfulfilled

leaving behind lessons for our living

in present



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