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Inflection

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Holding on …soothing music…...waiting, patiently,
Then I could sure, hear a voice, calm and flat.
With some precise questions…
Questions... indeed, there will be a genre always. Likely.
Wandering moments float by, lives bonded with legit answers.

As I was answering those questions,
Somehow, I knew slowly for sure,
There was a happening, destined, on the other side, too
And I observed an inevitable happening of inflection in the voice
While briefly stressing a point, putting viewpoints to bring it together.

This, very one-sided conversation, mostly- a matter of mine
Gradually turned into something more profound, an implicit metaphor.
Shifting scenes, crossroads of lives, touch on a merging …
With all the naïve eagerness for an alibi of dreaming….
And never returns empty-handed, never was an utter defeat.


My darkness corresponded with the voice last night to explore a meandering river trail!

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