Frosted emotions fooling fabulously
Mind-wandering beyond eternity
Far away from silencing our longing and censuring our unrealistic illusion,
We tread on to the path of our end.
Seeing reality's mayhem,
We fantasized a short forever with a soul that evokes happiness
Ne'er grasping when to fathom our mundane hurdles.
Behind our gloss is a vaster mystery
Let's scour our ample urges
And be found today.
Eventually, what left is
A little more time till death.
_ Paodon
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The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
