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Go slow girl


When unable to hold the blood gushing so fast in the heart
When trying to understand the heart beat
Running a marathon
She is being told
"Go slow girl."
Live the space

She exhales all of the questions
Suffocating her
She has a lot many to count
Glasses of lemonade
She isn't mad for citrus fruit
But only accepted way to get over hangovers

She takes her head out of the small window of the car
And the wind  enters her hair 
The tangled strands suddenly seemed to be sorted
The smile struggling with the teeth and the tongue
To smile or to laugh to the stress lines
The mountains although barren land 
Piles of sand 
Seems beautiful to walk to reach the top
The river, holding water same as the bottle in bag
Seems to hold much more than just plain water
The passing thoughts
The nostalgic days
The days known to the title past
The trees that passed in reaching this spot
It covers it all
The hut with no roof 
Seems to shelter many
The necessity of a home 
Is so much important to live the biggest metaphor, life!
It had no window or a door
Just three walls and the skeleton of the roof
Is this much important to ponder on to the importance of a home
The one, she is driving away from
To breathe her struggles and wants wrapped under the word passion.

And the radio says,
Slow girl.
Sudden knock ,
"Oh shit! you lived too much in just couple of tick tockes of the watch."
She slides on to the back seat
And writes to another girl
Slow going girl.

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