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Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
#1Napowrimo 2016
Maybe its a tab bit late, but I think I'll give NaPoWriMo a try this year.
Old is gold, like a silly joke
At the end of all things old, scraping for the leftovers,
a window of opportunity- to save or not to?
A place with no space, why hold on to bygones,
urbanization observing nostalgia will do.
Great things made by hand, pictures only proof,
Children will forget,
old is gold? What a silly joke, they’ll say.
-Manisha
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It's never too late to start! Trust me, I've done a similar thing a lot of the times. I'm not doing NaPo this year, but I am working on a few poems this month and hope to keep writing as many as I can over the month. I love this poem, and the last line most of all <3
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