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[492] Yesterday In Search For Tomorrow

My words exist for another time⁣
They’re born with accumulated dust⁣
They die with my first cry⁣
They are trapped in reflection ⁣
of all that I cannot create⁣
It is adorned with jewels⁣
of all that I cannot hear⁣
⁣
Skies become dim⁣
Lands part in wait⁣
Kings recognise their sacrifices⁣
Queens fly in their dreams⁣
The past I was never a part of⁣
feels more real than the present⁣
I choose not to be a part of⁣
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Silence I wanted sits next to me⁣
Not in the shape I expected it to be⁣
Everything loses its depth to me⁣
The sky turns white for my death to be⁣
My vision fades to form crystals ⁣
surrounded by a dying rainbow⁣
I get lost in the words I am not able to write⁣
Yesterday’s emotions waiting for tomorrow’s wisdom

Painting by Don Davis

Rahul Gaur

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23 responses to “[492] Yesterday In Search For Tomorrow”

  2. “Silence I wanted sits next to me⁣
    Not in the shape I expected it to be⁣” – I absolutely LOVE these lines. This whole piece is simply spectacular! What powerful, divine and exquisite writing, my dear Rahul! Keep shining 🖤💫🤗

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