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You are the morning I waited for,
The dawn that’d set right
To my boundaries of expectation
The absolutely perfect sight
Far from my nothingness
A merry midnight dream,
I’d praise myself to remember
I was a scenic serene stream
In endless pursuit to slumber
Into nothingness
I raced into you
Seeking what you had
Pleasing and new,
Obviously off the fad
Of nothingness
Another drone of time
A streak unfathomable
Was that mime
Of how talks wobbled
Beyond nothingness
There was meaning in eyes
Motive in my heart
If not beautiful lies
A truthful part
Rather than my nothingness
Of you that remained
Unchanged, untouched
A place that you’d gained
Will remain till the world clutched
Nothingness…
The story of losses and profits of life. The story of a rebel. Sorry Society I Have A Place of Mine!
0078 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on August 25, 2016
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