'carpet of Disorder'

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A work of fiction.. It's called killing time at work...

It is like all the other certainties Were pipedreams reflective of the confusion you felt When I walked in, I walked in; into your chaos Without knowing I added to it Instead of retracting you swept me up Causing more turmoil Now we are floating on a carpet of disorder Destination self-destruction ©050620171459

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Samiha Zubair

Date: 6/24/2017 3:06:00 AM

Yes sometimes destiny more clear when everything helter skelter

Paul Callus

Date: 6/13/2017 7:34:00 AM

You offer us a lot to ponder about, Wilma! Relationships are undoubtedly complicated affairs, and the effect we have on one another usually becomes visible at a later stage in life. It is a pity when turmoil takes over and the only way out is destruction. ~ Regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/5/2017 12:55:00 PM

- A great metaphorical poem, Wilma - ( Need a proper cleaning ) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)