There would've been a time,
when you come to a halt;
being all heart rendered
It is the hue of blues darlin'
when you seem to be a deserted room,
as the bygone past that keeps tickling
don't let it imbue your life's handloom
"Don't you feel lonely too?" shrugs piles of problems.
"Worrying is confined!" demonstrates the beam of hopes.
Aftermath the mellow zephyr
preaches the soul and lulls a melody
without the cluster of syllables,
whilst the clouds loft in the azure of dreams
for it might seem juvenile;
as folks all around would be amped up..
to malign.
As they tread...
to delve us deeper;
entomb our aspirations;
bury our already apprehensive self...
But they forget,
"WE ALL HAPPEN TO EPITOMIZE A SEED" :)
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
