I found ten ways of doing nothing. It was the eleventh that did me in.
I found ten ways of doing nothing. It was the eleventh that did me in.
When you think your destination has reached, become a driver.
I am still reading the book that I am writing.
“Collectors of sudden moments keep quiet thoughts.”
One, two, three.
Why are these months behind me?
Spent my time
filling the calender
I never lived.
I got a bit.
Not the juicy mangoes I wanted.
But at least the pit.
Some sweet was stuck to it.
I was hungry and it tasted good.
Now it’s dry.
And I have,
One, two, three
months behind me.
I flipped a coin
in the air.
Waiting for the fall.
For my destiny to unfold.
A curious bird,
flying by.
She caught the coin
and built a nest.
My good luck.
A home maker, I.
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