A singl speck
In the universe of time...
I exist in that minute
To tell my story,
To live my life,
To leave my mark.
A million poets before me,
Have come and gone.
They left:
Some in dejection,
Some with glory.
They too were but a speck
And me, another speck
Beyond which, we part ways...
Me and my words.
Why would anyone care
To remember?
Why would a revolving globe
Pause for a mere speck?
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u dOne a justiCe hEre... i fEel somewhEre... u cAn hav addEd moRe liFe in2 it...
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