Wednesday : F for Fall
Usually on a day like this,
I long for the coming Friday.
I woke up early this morning :
Prayed and got myself a cup of milk
To fuel my vibrations…
I have seen these scenes, this crowd…
This folk are familiar to me…
Omniscient today, I witness a young baby girl
Playing like a deer on the train corridor,
Suddenly she fell on her forehead.
She wails like a siren!
Then her mama vouched her
And she retorted :
‘You will grow up and forget it my dear…’
‘You will grow up and forget it my dear…’
The reaction I get while pondering on this
Is that every human soul is fallible...
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