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Dec 2020
A world of its own,
Hiding behind veil of the flesh;
A sweet chaos,
Bringing everyday something afresh
Or sometimes perhaps,
Picking up the trails left down the road longΒ Β ago,
The world -
Left unknown to all but the one who owns.

Countless people with countless lives,
Me in the middle;
The one who rolls the dice.
This little yet chaotic world,
Left unknown to all but the one who owns.

Both a curse and a blessing,
Going on endlessly without any ceasing;
Would I be able to break through?
Even if I dare?
This naughty world,
Left unknown to all but the one who owns.
The vivid world of daydreaming. But it also comes with the curse of inattentiveness.
(Feel free to critique!)
Written by
Vanshika  16/F/India
(16/F/India)   
96
   Benzene and KorbydAngyle
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