Morning

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Varca, 2015.

From the Ummeed Walk 2015.


There were those mornings
Which started
With collective laughter and joy.

Then there were 
Those that started with
The stench of yesterday

Now there are these
That bring in 
The chilly breeze 
As if the calm coolness
Is a reminder of
The beauty that’s today.


Writing this came from a faint (and final, hopefully) acceptance of the beauty of letting go – not in a sad and fatalistic sense of doing so but, rather a very empowering way of having had whatever experiences one does have. I wrote this one on a particularly nippy morning when things around me were changing majorly; reminding me that even though things change which can be painful while going through it but, in retrospect it all makes sense, and quite beautifully so.

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