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I wondered into the British Museum
I wondered into the British Museum
Accidentally.
I had no business being there.
“It is free admission,”
You reminded me.
“Free? There cannot be such thing.
When visitors enter artifacts
With their minds,
They carry pieces away
Like a colony of ants.
It is destruction
Invisible to the naked eye.
Envious, greedy visitors
Stealing a precious collection
With ...
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:21 pm
Half-life half-lived
I cut an apple
In two halves precisely.
Now how do I choose
The finer half?
Life is made up of
Half-truths and half-lies
And then of the almosts.
My half-live half-lived…
The other half is still
Inside the magician’s hat.
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:18 pm
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