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The Winding Staircase

Our life was like a winding staircase,

 It would twist and turn but still descend downward.

At certain moments the trifle issues would drive us to get a grip on the  support. 

And sometimes it was easier to run down swiftly. 

But we never thought of running out of steps, until that day, when we were initiating our last turn before the landing.

ยฉJumbled Letters 2018.


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74 thoughts on “The Winding Staircase

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