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Gone By

I stood on the far side of the street and watched the bus that I wanted go by. It crossed the intersection, stopped at the stop, and continued on its way before the light even thought about changing I order to let me cross. 472 more words

Life In California

contented, we sighed

why is it i

keep missing the bus

i’m sitting here waiting

i’m thinking of us

entwined and entangled

contented, we sighed

i’m thinking of you… 65 more words

Poem; Poetry

December 2015 –a very short trip.

The year 2015 was kinder to me, in many ways. Not to say, it was lesser challenging, it was, but I was able to overcome them, on a day to day basis sticking to the mantra, that, ‘we are as good as today, we can think about tomorrow only when it turns today’. 1,588 more words