Sometimes words can have two meanings
And we draw lots for our choices
Each with a different tenor
Coloured with our strained voices
Yet a broken harmony exists
With traces of an early melody
That grew cacophonous
Catalysed by time.

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  1. charudatta says:

    thnx…props for the book!!…cheers,-cd

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