They say it only happens once
I'm better because of it
the edges rounded and smooth nowThe delicacies
which came at any cost
bonded wings
breaking free
and clouds dreamily parting-
while drifting afloat
The sun rising high
in a glorious golden cart
glyphs signaling to do everything-
with heart
Mysteries fade
people come and leave
but time on that old
water logged clock
is beginning to inch away
and move slow
In right directions
in reciprocated directions
hence bringing forth
natural flow
Weaving each and every
integrated story
together with love.