Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Monday, May 20, 2013
The days of drifting smoke
At the start
everything appeared
all full of promise
and although it was never quite simple
the struggle
of every day taught us
that
in binding
or measuring
or lasting
is a setting free
that the days are
nothing but drifting smoke.
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