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Grooves And Ridges

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Yes....I am an escapist....finding refuge in things such as these....escaping reality to find solace amidst imaginations....

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Hands...firmly clutched...

With efforts engraved on the fingers that touched...

Yet...slipping through.., the sands rushed...

And all that stays...are curves on the surface...

These curves...are the creases of the past...

Of which, moments have been lived and only memories are..that last..

These curves are the soils for the sprouts of growth...

Where chirping expectations witness the blossoms of hope...

These curves are the promises of withstanding the gales of change...

And the symbol of trying...getting better as years pass...

And just like these curves remain and trod on the skin....

On and on...continues the age old tale...

Each time imprinting a different essence on time's unprecedented trail...

But there is still much to come and still much to go....

For there stands a vast road midst time's continuous flow...

And if this thing called life... is so very long...

....how about an "us"...an "us... that's lifelong...?

Then never will there be any parting...

No more 'good' will be those 'byes'...

And along the walk of our life....we will tread....together...

A walk...where the grooves of your palm....

Eternally rest...on the ridges of mine....


With you by my side...

© 2019 Adnan

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