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In perpetuity, it whisks around,
Neither ever halting, nor lagging…
Or observe perhaps with due delight,
Allure, of the clock, in which it lies.
Utters the second hand, then to me,
If I pause, time too shall have to cease.
The clock, confers on my steady pace,
To revel in its stead, on this wall.
Life revs on, ambling only onward.
Enjoy these runs, when you can…
Gather some worthy moments.
On the ever bustling lifetimes.
Move on, with the rhythm of life,
Some trice trying, some time smiling..
By and by, that day shall be here too..
When second hand will have to halt.
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A few words strung together on inspiration, or a few thoughts penned down for clarity. A hobby that has consistently matched to represent the inspirations in me. Most often, they are from incidents and trends happening around the world, books or articles that I may parse through, or some noble cause that had greatly impressed me. I have been writing poems, and short stories, since I had been 6 years. Music and poetry walk hand in hand; good music, good poetry shall always stay my favorite pastime.
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