Uncompleted
Begrudged enough, too
Young to determine
My fall
Fretful from inside
So many moments
Present near my
Soul,
Wished a fist full of
Life, Disenchanted
Again,
Never have I ever
Pandered my desires
Yet, feeling regrets
Of doing something
That I have never done
Like blossoms bloom
Irrespective of the wind
But, they get overblown
By the changing seasons
Looking over, very very far
And find a place on land
Fantasizes me from within
They continue to bloom
In this season
Full of life, it seems
But if anything makes them happy,
It is,
The freedom from
The hold
Guessing my way towards
Will go on and on
To a place
Where all the blossoms
Will unite
And will live their whole
Entity together
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