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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