The dots

 

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. – Khalil Gibran

 

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The little random

Unintended dots

Scattered waywardly

Seem to be encased in nothingness

But when linked together

Shape as lines or structures infinite…

These are infact in nutshell

A reminder

To tread the path of consciousness today

So that when at crossroads tomorrow

We don’t surrender

The beauty of righteousness…

At the very thought of impending sorrow.

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