Be- what you want to be.
asking for fairness. Your thoughts don't
reach me in the dark. In day burial time comes.
How do you know
the arrival of the unknown was
coming soon? Destiny insists to know the end?
Who will be my escort to
stitch the shadows of broken dreams?
I need to know the power of your love.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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