World’s Acts

It feels okay,

Each morning when,

The events of the previous evening seem so unreal.

It feels victorious,

Each evening when,

The past doesn’t bother you much.

It feels a bit wavered too,

To feel distinctly attached,

To the world and it’s acts.

Here‘s a five line poem, Dew Drops; written few days ago. Have a read! 

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