One friend suggested on the other day that one must have broad shoulders to shrug off comments.
Interestingly, nobody commented on anything, but believed. Those beliefs have gone painted in colours and many are faded with time too.
some old faces I remember, old beliefs too. Some rewinding ghosts of salad days, green youth and eroding prints of monochrome photographs; had many promises, dreamy ways. They remain silent.
I never have broad shoulders, neither any comment on me to bother. I have beliefs and some dreams I never dared to pursue.
Like that Bob Dylan song,
" That old black magic, come rain or shine".
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