What is it?

Is it a new love

the one you feel

A new excitement, a sweet pain

a reason to trust someone again

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Or is it just an illusion

of your memories, your past

Is it a full circle

the life before your eyes

Having born, grown, aged, died

and then born again. At last

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Or is it just half yet, with the 

other half unseen, unknown, unimagined

Is it an end

to the judgement day

To thousand years in passing

wishing, waiting, praying

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Or is it just a start, of another day 

from a thousand more to come

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I wrote this probably a month ago and I had thought against of posting it since ... well, since I think the blog belongs equally to the reader as it does to the writer and I didn't want to post something morose just because I once wrote it in a somber mood. But for whatever reasons, which are not quite clear to me either, I am posting it now. Do comment.

P.S: I started writing a wonderful story(at least I thought it would be wonderful) two months ago.I had no idea then that time would be so unfaithful with me on it, that it would become downright impossible for me to complete it or have interest in completing it. Please pray that I do complete it, and soon. Thanks. 

Pic from Google.