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Aug 2018
A small spark flames a forest...
A small stone ripples water like torres...
A slight anger turns us into raging beasts...
While a childs giggle makes life a happy feast...
A mothers love eases enormous pains...
As a fathers words moves us up again...
A sisters secret gives way to teasey torture...
While a brothers arm awares unforseen horror...
Friends are there but they tend to change...
In good ways keeping us at close range...
None other are as closest as I to myself...
Yet, we keep brooding about ourselves...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema
Written by
Seema  38/F/Fiji Islands
(38/F/Fiji Islands)   
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