A metallic turn in window
A grief of my own will ,
Fate of the closed locks
Nagged around unwilling dreams.
All maze between leaves ,
All know they need,
Full screen with keen sheet
Standing on another breeze.
Folded hands of no dreams
If you've your negative beams
You'll never reveal it ,
On one rise of sun you left your beams you moved toward.
,
(Leave your negative beams that are not letting you you to win your grail. Mind your steps away from unwilling dream. )
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Penmanship O' FIREFLY life bloom. ••••••the real poetry
PoesíaPOEMS...... collection by..... Aditi Shree Memories you encountered and realisation you got is not always of your favour. Far you go more you realise and then you recognise who you are...
