Monday, November 2, 2015

Return

Staying on and moving on - making a mark everywhere
Some that are felt and some put down in memories
That scar on times, art in spaces and script here - there
Lingering in the past, twinkling like stars, very far away
Quirk of fate or turn of ship - pass by these, just as a visitor
Awakened are thoughts, mindscapes like fest, joy and fun
Freed from demand - to act on that mark and to craft in time
Every mark is an art, owned by senses and pleasure unbound

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