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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oracle (Noun : a priest or priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity.) He speaks in Virtue She is a sign language interpreter He delivers in messages Sad news. Sad news. Sad News. It is all about an old scarf; old, but a nice one, An almost invalid try to cherish a long-forgotten memory, As life talks in many ways, through ups and downs, glum and glee, Also, in a subtle tone, through the tremendous lens of wiser perception, Only to find… That fine line… Between memory and fascination…. As time goes on… I realized slowly… In all the last efforts to see her glowing in my mirror, In all the extra time of stirring to make the dish as perfect as her, I was a mere shadow of a proxy, figuring a rather twenty-four-hour job Never quite touched the finish line, never got spirited enough to cope up. A sigh of relief, a deep memory of belongingness, could, still, hold the essence An old scarf, an embroidered one, only enough to hold on to the long, long lost one. It is all about an old scarf; old, but a nice one, An almost invalid try to cherish a long-forgotten memory, As life talks in many ways, through ups and downs, glum and glee, Also, in a subtle tone, through the tremendous lens of wiser perception, Only to find… That fine line… Between memory and fascination…. As time goes on… I realized slowly… In all the last efforts to see her glowing in my mirror, In all the extra time of stirring to make the dish as perfect as her, I was a mere shadow of a proxy, figuring a rather twenty-four-hour job Never quite touched the finish line, never got spirited enough to cope up. A sigh of relief, a deep memory of belongingness, could, still, hold the essence An old scarf, an embroidered one, only enough to hold on to the long, long lost one.
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