The mapless morns
The mapless nights
The mapless noons
The mapless eyes
This is the way I see and feel
Situation don't give me invitations,
They just come and give me the mapless hours.
Now it's time to choose one,
The broken or the strongest one,
It's time to be the cartographer of my life,
To fill the blanks of this mapless journey of my life !
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Author:
Maria Blue (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2023 07:03
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Nice!
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