Poetry.
Life still has its ignorance at hand.
The sky,earth and sky have always been above,
beneath and by my side to
Desire of,to stand on and to dream about.
Childhood, lovable faces, twilight,ancient-
Deserted streets and those sleepy yellow flowers of evenings
were mesmerism of Time.
Life will have its ignorance
For
It has its Tomorrows.
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