My body,
Tired.
My mind,
Restless.
It grows,
And then it dies.
Make me
Embrace the flow.
O, foolish self -
Hasten judgments.
Impulsive,
By nature.
It spring back to life.
Resilient,
To the very core.
August 20, 2010.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Haste
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 18:20
Labels: Almost Fiction, Poem
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