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Nov 2020
To live without love is death.
To live honestly,
Is to love truly.
Life is a meaningless void.
Dark, dull, and unafraid.
Populous yet lonely,
Blinding yet bleak.
A land of color coexists,
of love that is cautious and daring.
Transcending human comprehension
And the providing hope
along with its audacity.
It’s power and will to thrive
conquers the misanthropy
Of austere death.
Written by
Rollercoaster  14/M/belongs to the rain
(14/M/belongs to the rain)   
     Ayesha and Sarita Aditya Verma
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