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| 2014, Gurgaon |
When ghosts
of the past
Raise their
heads
from the graves,
Hazy
Ornated webs
blur the
mind.
Some things never end.
They go
round and round
In circles
Some patterns
are created
And we find
ourselves trapped
in this
vicious cycle
standing in
that place
that once
started from nowhere.
There must be something
In the place
In each case.
I turn the page
with hope
and faith.
Life keeps us moving.
~~payal~~
It's Day 29 of #OctPoWriMo








