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Aug 4
Travelling through time
in an unconfined space
fuelled by memories
filled with sorrows
and happiness.

Undoubtedly luring
unknown destiny
selflessly reassuring
unstoppable and
moving perpetually.

Yield to reminisce
just for our past
that we must
forever we so miss
like blown off dust.

Travelers we are
in a confined space
moving through eternity
with our past, the destiny
life's offer to us;
.
.
.
on a pick over a rolling dice.


Taz Din
Reposted: Toronto, July 24, 2025
I've been writing poems for over a quarter of a century as a therapeutic strategy during my difficult years. Here is one with some editing for the readers to enjoy.
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Taz Din  M/Toronto
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