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May 2021
The air in a bubble
Scared of what surrounds
Should it feel liberated
With it’s body crumbling down
Does nothing to it reach
Or everything does it find
Upon reaching the source
At the end of Darwin’s grind
Stepped in lake of unknown
Holding the finger of eternity
The voice trapped in a bubble
Resonates through infinity
Opened, finally.
Written by
tranquil  New Delhi, India
(New Delhi, India)   
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