Past Poem by richa soni

Past

Rating: 2.2


past seems so blurry
as there is no past

evryday is the first day
a new start

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kranthi Pothineni 12 December 2009

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

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