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Sep 2020
Moment not an illude!!
Longing for a life
That is simple and planned
Tied with captures and adventures
You're deaf of hearty Beats
Still breathing ,
Busy Designing the horizons
Holding the dragon rage !
Uncertainties of a weakened necks
Spilling into a Sunless afternoons
Tied Bellows of would and coulds
You've walked through the doors
Waving those earsplitting weeps
Became untangled from the dolours
Deaf was all you've became
As your beliefs reckless to be,
To follow what's written
But you have a glorious crystallines
Of sharpest withins
Always in motion
Embrace the shine of a thousand spotlights
Until you hear earscreens echoing
Honouring your dead parts
By lullabies of lively confetti
Irrespective of maybes and coulds be's
Hold on to this
Breathtaking genres
And blithe as it's ending
Miracles, miracles everywhere
Craving your attention with every dare..
Written by
Diya soni  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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   jordan
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