If you try
To measure time
In scattered moments,
Heavily burdened
With solitude,
The universe
Might lose a few
Heartbeats for a while,
But to you
It might seem
Like a lifetime.
©Aaysid
“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
E.M. Forster
Timeless chase to measure time
Lovely and meaningful piece❣️❣️
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Powerful and profound piece, Aaysid. Love it.💕
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Thank you so much, Grace. You are so kind. 😊
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Truly a pleasure.💕❤️💕
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😊😊
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That’s the bigger truth. What a lovely way to portray it. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen. 😊
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Time is funny like that, isn’t it. Some moments are quick, and others, drag on…a lovely poem, Aaysid. ☺️
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That’s exactly how it is. 😊Thank you so much, Jeff. 😊
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Indeed. You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. ☺️
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Beautifully shared Aaysid!💖
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Thank you so much, Cindy. ❤
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A pleasure always!❣️
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😊💕
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Superb writing Aaysid!
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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