I turn pages after pages
With the help of the tip of my fingers
In the hectic parlays, somewhere
I lose the page
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Most of the time, a bookmark falls off. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Reminded me a bit of my own When I paint my masterpiece but the tone is different and reflective in another way. nice piece
A beautiful write. Life misses some opportunities which we later on try recreate unsucessfully.