The essence of time,
Realized in a parched throat.
The essence of moment,
Felt in the long wait at night.
The essence of joy,
Consumed by devotion to your parents.
The essence of loss,
Lived by a mother for her dead son.
The essence of passion,
Playing out each passing day.
The essence of silence,
Foretold by the calm persona within.
The essence of excitement,
Summarized in an unleashed heart.
The essence of love,
Sung along in the repeated depart.
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- NISHANT DASH
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DAVID ERICKSON
Awesome stuff, my good friend.
November 2nd, 2013
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Thank you David:)
November 2nd, 2013