So may be it's that sacred test
For one must burn to shine and rest
To the winds and the rains that did their best
that kept sailing in the broken nest
Candles do burn to the wandering shapes
through dust and corners of empty lanes
inkless pages and broken chains
reading stars inside my eyes in vain!
✍️Rwrites
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Rwrites (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 15th, 2025 11:54
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