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Now: A Poem

Updated on April 23, 2017
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I feel nostalgia for yesterday and hope for tomorrow,

I am always suspended in the moment, dancing on the fabric of time,

Traveling through the day like a passenger on a train,

Watching scenery go by without noticing the passing of seconds,

Am I the focal point in a blurred world,

Or just another wave in a sea of motion?

Are my steps leading somewhere,

Or is my path a maze of confusion?

I wait, I live, I breathe,

I forget yesterday and long for tomorrow.


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      Awni Banerjee 2 years ago

      This was poignantly beautiful. Truly "am I the focal point in a blurred world".... you gave me something think about

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      Martin Kloess 2 years ago from San Francisco

      thank you for this

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      Turaya 2 years ago from Indiana

      Simple, yet moving. I loved it.

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      Kamalesh050 2 years ago from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India

      Absolutely Beautiful. Voted Up .

      Best Wishes, Kamalesh

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      Erin Bower 24 months ago from Georgia

      Awni Benerjee: Thank you so much!

      Mhatter99: You're welcome! Thank you for reading this. :)

      Trinette1109: So glad you loved it!

      Kamalesho50: Thanks for voting!

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