The world passes by
All I see is a blur
My senses dizzy
I hear something stir
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arundhati, i'm told that only time heals these wounds. of course it's true, but what happens until that moment arrives is a torrential storm. your poem and its imagery paint your pain vividly. you are already surviving this moment, and you're doing it well. thanks for the words.
a moving poem about relationships with rich symbolism