People

People pass like time

Like running water

Like drafts of wind on a summer night

Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward

And all that’s left in their wake 

is the fragrance of their presence 

A distant memory of their touch 

On your life

People pass like time

Like running water

Like drafts of wind on a summer night

Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward

Published by Soni Tiwari

We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”; I am here to do just that. Rumiism serves as a vessel to project my passions, and clue in my loyal readers as to what goes on in my head in this crazy world. I hope you find something here that resonates with you. Feel free to add your thoughts to mine :) “Everything you need to know about me, you’ll find in my writing”

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