IT'S TIME...

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there's an ugre to repeat those words of Faraj Bou al-Isha

Wait
do not leave yet.
Let me rearrange the world
for you.

feeling like holding the breath,
grabbing the moments passing by...

but how can we deny the excitement of digging into the uncertainities
the fourth dimension will bring

while on the walk...

So let's enter the future...

Comments

jac said…
Beautiful imagination, uncurled.
12:15 PM
Soumyadip said…
let's
12:47 PM
jac said…
If it is wishes that makes you to dream
If it is wishes that makes you to hope
Happy new year with dreams all around
Happy new year with hopes all around
Here is my wish to dream and to hope.
11:33 AM
Abaniko said…
This time, I want a leisurely walk.
2:47 PM
Accidental Fame Junkie said…
A very Happy New Year!!
6:06 PM
Rita said…
Nice post! :)
7:44 PM
jac said…
Missing again ?
8:03 AM
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