Extract from 'Sinarth' - Chapter One - War

    Chapter 1 - Cambodia   Cambodge … On those long endless days When you may feel hollow, With that strange desolate melancholy For no apparent reason.   A feeling of loss that lingers, So vividly, It could be snatched From the surrounding air.   Time slows, While fleeting grasps of memory, Of déjà vu, Hover suspended, Flickering in and out of reach.   Imagine for a moment, That time Was not rigid But pliable, Like a stopped clock, And beginning to tick backwards, This entrapment released.  
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Published on December 20, 2015 05:39
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