
East of time – down broken as a daffodil – the roar of lions.

East of time – down broken as a daffodil – the roar of lions.

The little lady – walking all alone – in an empty world ……………..

Tough in reason – though emotions take the easy way – rough as rocks.

Stones talking – the different language – class just started.

Magnetic light – mesmerizes steps ahead – backwards in dark.

Two halves – deeply missing each other – the shared love.

Apart from you – with all my longings – and your heart.

Collaboration works – so well in every shade of grey – building bridges.

Only forward – a must for struggling healthy road – a back push account.

Stone by stone – a soft touch beside another – for next trial.
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