[Those thoughts
Fell into a loop, can never be broken through
Those thoughts turned into whims and whims
Then moved to a rather graver thoughtful zone
And paused there a while
At an illusive point
A point where everything is possible and everything
Happens and really happened until there was nothing
Left to happen anymore …… ]
(Partial of the Poem)
© Tale of the Evenings
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