It shocks the soul to receive such news with a steamed coffee in hand.
Somehow, I knew, but regarded it surreally.
lasting infinitely in the mind and heart.
Confusion, meaning elusive.
Tasks created, newly found.
A heart wounded, yet resilient.
How many injurious slights must a pumping muscle endure?
Time ceased for one,
but made a bit faster and a bit slower for others.
A lively hobbit slipped on the ring of power and disappeared forever.
Material things left.
Bittersweet tears find familiar furrows in cheek.
A weary world grows more weary.
scribbles by Hemendra Dibaakor
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