Sailed here by life
Perks or penalties of being a wife,
Fate restructured by no other
but me
Still I call it destiny,
Confusing mental state
I took life’s bait,
My pen’s constantly drowning
Can’t get hold of my surrounding,
Time being the child of sand
Slips from my grip while I stand,
Another day gone
Here comes a new dawn,
Too much to do
Another déjà vu!
© Soiba
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I loved this, beautiful 🙂
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Thank you for reading 😊
Blessings
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Exquisitely poetic Soiba… lovely
“Time being the child of sand
Slips from my grip while I stand,”
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I’m glad you could relate to it dear Ivor ❤
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Beautiful poem Soiba. Nicely penned🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Thank you 😊
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Welcome.
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Beautiful
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful blog
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Thank you
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