No Sentimental Value
Its lateI know
for i need to rest
and sleep
but why not
let some moments linger
with no beginning
and no end.
Moments that stay
in space
bearing little sentimental value
but made potent
by the velocity of approach
between us.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2026-09-08 at 21:49
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