The Crunching Point

### Waves are pushing the shore Continents are drifting from the top of the core On the other hand existence is grounding more Who made this life and torn? How did the beauty born? And who left this earth alone? Who lost the time in a cyclone blown? I am standing far from the any And the waves are making the sounds of penny! I see the wee time folds within the ripples of many - ### @ Musfiq us shaleheen

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