Death is illusory, but when we become recalcitrant to the echoes of history.
Death becomes real.
It takes a foothold.
Positing itself on a throne.
Marveling at what it has rendered.
Our demise – as we drown.
Blissfully.
Beneath the depths of a murky sea of ignorance.
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your blog is full of wisdom 🙂 glad to have discovered your work. I write poetry, you’re welcome to check out 🙂 Happy New Year !
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Mahitha, your kind words honor me and I thank you!
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