I got up this morning and looked at myself
Through your eyes, and then looked back at you,
With everything I understood I was.
~SSR, 21st December, 2018.
Our eyes blinked in mutual agreement,
Much before our fervent attempts
To negotiate the inevitable,
With our insufficient desparate words.
~SSR, 22nd December, 2018.
I am always left in awe of the depth of his writings. Whatever happened to make him stop writing these beautiful pieces, shouldn't have happened.
I wish he never stopped writing. 💔
He loved words. Words loved him.
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