Things just goes
on...
Gives very little
time to move on...
Memories gets added every moment...
Good or bad, when looked back feels recent...
I create and it gets destroyed...
It happens again and again, then I try to avoid...
Still that fragrance of hope remains...
All of a sudden I stand again, to wash away my pains...
Memories gets added every moment...
Good or bad, when looked back feels recent...
I create and it gets destroyed...
It happens again and again, then I try to avoid...
Still that fragrance of hope remains...
All of a sudden I stand again, to wash away my pains...
But in that
moment, its my time to knock it down...
This cycle goes on...
I feel I could
never see dawn...
But with all these anguish...
One day I'm sure
I'll flourish...
This spark vanishes in the mist of anger and despair...
But the truth is
its always there and when time comes its a flare...
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