Posted: July 10, 2016 in Musings, Poetry, Short Musings
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We never get to see the minute

Changes of time

Coz the eyes only

Pay attention to trivial details 

We may all have been handed the brushes

To paint our existence and 

Color our journey with 

Only to find that every second of existence wasted

Every drop of color spilt during our journey 

Is a lesson that compounds to life’s plethora of regrets

And we never get to appreciate

The painting in its entirety anymore 


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