Bits n' Bobs

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Written by Peace Eneja

 A whirlwind of thoughts
An array of distorted feelings
Of merry and melancholy,
Of winning and losing
A mind wrapped up in jumble
Dropping hints of anomalous chimera
Imaginations running wild
There it goes, here it comes
Not settling for one or two
Further it moves, deeper it dives
Like a falcon swoops upon its prey
Yet unable to get a strong grip on something, anything
Searching for some sort of learnedness
Beyond its cognisance
Lost in the arms of a foreigner
Kissing all bits and bobs.


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