Nov 2020
The words found me,
when I was lurking in the meadows.
The dreams found me,
lurking in the comfort of breeze.
The star's sought me,
Under the evil of distraughtness.
when I was lurking in the meadows.
The dreams found me,
lurking in the comfort of breeze.
The star's sought me,
Under the evil of distraughtness.
I was lost but I'm alive
(17/F/India,Kerala)
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