Transitory Bliss

While searching something

I scrolled up a chat

I came across a conversation

That had been long forgotten

A dramatic narration

To an old friend

Of a critical discussion

I once had with my father

We had laughed our lungs out

At my talent

Of the humourous representation

Of my story and its characters

I didn’t know then

That the bliss was transitory

That it would vanish

Into thin air someday

I never knew that I would

Take his remark seriously

To write about

My conversations with him

#TheKidAndHisSorceress

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In response to Let it Bleed 23

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