Description: - I wrote this bout my own feeling... You see... I have a guitar pick which i'm deeply attached to... I use it to play the guitar... After i'm done playing it... I keep it aside... But few minutes later i think about it... I try searching for it.. But i can't find it... That moment on my only prioirty in life is to find my pick... I turn my room inside out to find it... And at last when i find it... I'm relieved.. Happy... And have another go on the guitar with it... And then i keep it aside once again... So this seems to me a never ending cycle... So if ya have such feelings towards a person or objects... This is for you....
A short time seen...
A long destiny awaits...
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wow..i can so very well relate to your poem..great job