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I'm ought to fall off from this stem of words whic

I'm ought to fall off from this stem
of words which is growing old
day by day,
as the death falls off with age 
when the life's stem can't bear it anymore. 
I look at the ceiling which is a mere
mixture of my present with
the other half of my past.
The part, which refuses to believe that 
it no longer belongs to me but
to another me, who possesses just
as many scars as me
but perhaps not as many poems as me.
Neither the wings depart the platform
of my past, nor do the words
but the smiles find more solace
in the canoe of present, accompanied
by the waves of peace.
But as the sand slips off,
so does time and
so did this cruel poem -
it slipped off from my past's hands
and dropped to form
the sand dunes of present.  The sand dunes of present 💙

Day 15 of #100poemsfor100days

My hashtag : #100scarletstairs ❤️

#aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #restzone #rzmp41 #rzmidnightpoem
I'm ought to fall off from this stem
of words which is growing old
day by day,
as the death falls off with age 
when the life's stem can't bear it anymore. 
I look at the ceiling which is a mere
mixture of my present with
the other half of my past.
The part, which refuses to believe that 
it no longer belongs to me but
to another me, who possesses just
as many scars as me
but perhaps not as many poems as me.
Neither the wings depart the platform
of my past, nor do the words
but the smiles find more solace
in the canoe of present, accompanied
by the waves of peace.
But as the sand slips off,
so does time and
so did this cruel poem -
it slipped off from my past's hands
and dropped to form
the sand dunes of present.  The sand dunes of present 💙

Day 15 of #100poemsfor100days

My hashtag : #100scarletstairs ❤️

#aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #restzone #rzmp41 #rzmidnightpoem