Life talks ceaselessly in low whispers
and in every moment of noise, unrest
you miss out on what it says
I know at times you don't want to hear it
but I don't think those brief escapes
are worth missing out the
small, inconsequential, apathetic truths.
4 comments:
I wish life was kind enough to repeat what we missed out because of the noise and unrest
cést la vie monsieur!
Really beautiful words.
Moving from black to grey.. different shades of it, too ..interesting, to say the least :)
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