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▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ NOT A NOVEL ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

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But

***IT'S GOING TO BE AN ANTHOLOGY***

***THE POETRY OF ONE'S***

***PASTIMES***.......

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DISCLAIMER : THE VIEWS EXPRESSED

in this Collection is Poetry... which

is based on the Artistic expression ...

The entitled ANTHOLOGY

" **THE POETRY OF PAST TIMES** " is been

Represented as Artistic creation based

on One's Time & Space ( imaginary &

Realistic )

The depiction is Just an Exploration of

of One's mind ....

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It looks like I'm turning myself back into someone I used to know,

Someone I Thought I had left All Alone.

All the Old habits which I once left, are Creeping

back in,

It looks like I'm building the walls around myself

Once again.

Though these walls ve always been my familiar, being as my Safety Zones,

But this time, I'm Scared of becoming the Person

That I used to know

I thought I had learned to let People in, to let

them Trust myself ,

But Now, that feeling is turning back to dust.

The Old habits of mine, that I thought I had

left and kicked,

They are back this time with some kind of new

Tricks.

The way I used to keep myself so guarded and

tight,

Those feelings are Creeping back in through day and Night.

It looks like I'm looking myself in a cloudy mirror,

You know ?

And their I See a shape which is blurry, and which

really doesn't show.

I look at that Person, who is looking back

at me?

It feels like a question that's always meant to be for me.

A Scary feeling, a knot has tightened in my

gut,

Getting myself Changed again, Once at the

time I was.

I ask myself, Am I becoming someone, that

others again won't even like?

That's the only thought, that keeps me Up

All night.

I don't know whom I should ask these questions

this time,

To let me know, where I'm going to land

myself this Time.

Once again this time I'm lost in the middle,

being unsure and afraid,

Again asking Myself, Am I becoming that Past

Person because of the Choices I have made.

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- Aurora 🎋

𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐍𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ? 𝐀𝐬

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟,

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝐀 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 & 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲,

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩,

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 -

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐲

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 & 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧.

---🎋𝓐𝓤𝓡𝓞𝓡𝓐 【𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓔𝓝𝓣 】