Clock tick tock.... Is it the sound of time, or is it the sound of Life? Going past us, Whooshing past us, Blowing past us... But, ain't they kindred, just like kissing cousins??? The daily routine, The daily chores, The daily habituals, Smothering the sound of Life, and choking it to death Life: The beauty, why to lynch it? Pick it up, and taste the luscious slices Nibbling it, chomping it And then, relish it as you devour it in Standing at the edge of the world, Staring at the blazing golden sun, Elating us with its sultry rays, Like there is no tomorrow And all that is left is... Just "today"....
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