Who cares for the worldly pleasures and pretentious desires,
why worry for the uncalled tomorrow and obnoxious cries,
our chapter is still unfolding,
our togetherness is yet getting defined,
we can frame it,
chisel it,
hone it,
to best of our imagination
and just with that thought
in the fold my heart
I am in blithe
weaving stories for tomorrow that are yet to be defined
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Thanks so much for the reblog
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I loved this one as it Truely reflects the uncertainty of the times we are in
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Thanks so much. Much appreciate it
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