Trying to be a little more
empathetic to my present self
And a little less
sympathetic to my past.
I've decided not to throw confetti
to my dead memories
but bury them with flowers.
They deserve no eulogy,
it only rekindles the dead.
The walk from the grave
is going to be hard,
but definitely worth it
when you cross the meadows.
And you'd realize
the true meaning of
moving on.
- Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
