I don’t know why
In the corridors of deep memory Flashing through the thick mist of past Are deep storms roaring And shadows of invisible throbs fading up; Cracking thoughts calling back Making great waves of wounds And...
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Mischievous time and its half-truths
In the corridor of past Now beats a flower fallen long back💓 Its condensed misty drops Are dropping as chilled tears Dissolving heavy heart & its unsolved puzzles. In one of those lonely steps...
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