Dr Molly’s evocative poem recounts a story of laughter, impetuous selves, and evanescent fanfare, where joy lies in the small, mundane moments, exclusively for Different Truths.
Before the twilight feeds the grass and makes its exit, let me recount the story of these blossoms scattered around that lent lustre to many a fading day... the days how the gentle wind rode over them cheering me with its fragrant fresh caress... children and the doggie jolting over each, in rollicks of laughter... the young impetuous self minding monitoring all.. the wild notions that pulled you to don caps of a demi-God deeming it mattered most... no! evanescence matters! the revelling red blossom quick to turn grey, dusty, to merge with earth that absorbs all... whither has it gone the fanfare of life? now the paced settling down of stirred up sediments... the wind wafts in, life recurs in shapes anew... acceptance! hah! moments built on fine balancing prevails lending grace... the joy that lies in the small, mundane... sip it slowly, your lonely saunters your words, the noise within, its whispers...
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