He was twenty ‘n’ five- that is, when he first spoke;
Those words which were the emblem of fervency
His exact words?
‘Life challenges like a mirage;
Face them headlong
Running towards them and they disappear’
The philologist in me is tempted,
Tempted to unravel the mystery of his quoted phrase oh so critically,
They hold unscalded truth, so really can I?
Twenty ‘n’ five we are, when we make choices;
Choosing our paths: stepping into those paths ridden with footsteps of pioneering warriors,
Or driven by dissatisfaction, we forge ours in fire.
Twenty ‘n’ five, is golden.
My love, Write me a letter that’ll make my heart beat Write me a letter that shows me who you are Help me to see your heart, Help me to know your thoughts Write to me, put a pen to your soul Beautifully reflect the coverings of your heart, Write me a letter, because I miss you Write to me, for I know you love to write Then I’ll read me your feelings, Your innermost encounters, Your fears and passions, Your blood-letting infusions
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