Travelling through time in an unconfined space fuelled by memories filled with sorrows and happiness.
Undoubtedly luring unknown destiny selflessly reassuring unstoppable and moving perpetually.
Yield to reminisce just for our past that we must forever we so miss like blown off dust.
Travelers we are in a confined space moving through eternity with our past, on a pick over rolling the dice.
Taz Din Reposted: Toronto, July 24, 2025
I've been writing poems for over a quarter of a century as a therapeutic strategy during my difficult years. Here is one with some editing for the readers to enjoy.