Writing Memories
as soon as I spill ink on paper
I can't stop it.
it's like filling
recollections into the paper
Once subsisted or not
feels forgotten
to recollect the recollections once more
woebegoneness that I have been imbibing
from a to z,
from top to bottom,
without missing anything between..
like they say
every single detail is important.
time of today.
time of tommorrow .
time of day after tommorrow.
are all individually paramount.
comparison kills compassion
let's not compare
words of today's
become swords of tommorrow.
Copyright © Ela Rose | Year Posted 2023
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