a destination
or roughness of those celeberations,
jubilant ways of expressing unsaid emotions
and taking it all ,
the rush of air,
on peakeness of cliffs,
the diving of sunsets,
and the images beyond the shadows,
wen u are well aware of them
are not the life,
so u keep ur mouth shut
and feel the rush of blood,
with rebellious wind
and with emotional knife make a cut,
on the bruised feel
broken body,unhealed....
the magnetic pull of these waves,
i know tonite the moon is on its bloom,
and dark queen is asking me my desires,
unfulfilled wishes...
i wish to trace the train track,
desiring it never ends around the world
and fly towards the unseen kingdom,
making my vision blurred!!!
hiramalik (copyrights reserved)
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likess *cheers*
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