It ends......
Nobody can tell when,
But it ends.
We sense it proximity on thin ice
It's now, or after now or maybe later.
But it’s all over creation.
Only darkness and fear rules our mind until the end meets with us.
Uncertainty sways over our vulnerability.
The world is built to end someday, nobody is safe here.
Everything has an ending........ And this ends here.
THE END.
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An Indicted Thought
PoesíaAn Indited Thought is a collection of Poetry and Prose written aesthetically to evoke the author's imaginative awareness of experience and emotional response that can bring us to a new place through details.
