To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.
© Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 
Reblogged this on Saya..D..Poet and commented:
Lovely words… 😊
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You are very kind 🙂
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How beautiful are these words! I can now say, I’ve seen some turn from a writer to a poet. (At least i did not know you were a few of your post ago).
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Thanks man 🙂
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Thanks man 🙂 it means a lot coming from you.
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Beautiful! Any follow for follow?
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Thank you 🙂
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I love words!! And I just love, “in a haze between flying and falling,” so much in limbo…everything in limbo..LOVE IT
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Haha! 🙂 Thank you for commenting.
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No sweat..I am sure i’ll be reading more during coffee breaks! thanks for writing!
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That means so much. 🙂 Always lovely to meet new Nolan fans 😀
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Keep it up, I’ll be reading! 🙂
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