I stare at the setting Sun
the waves of the ocean thrash the rock
I am sitting on
seconds, … years pass by
as I count the minutes of the warmth I am left with…..
I let my back face the world that goes by
familiar footsteps
familiar voices
bat filled dark caves
maze of my thoughts
unfinished chores
unanswered telephone calls
muted aspirations
and many more such mundane items….
but for now I like how the horizon looks
orange and purple……………………..
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