Time avoided to meet the place
In this wilderness, might be fine
Crossed numbers to solve a case
In the middle of this marvelous vine
Hesitantly moving to the other side
No case to be solved or decipher
Time still lost hitherto it became blind
How could it move without a tutor?
The place remained the same
still that gloomy town
with a spot full of aims
But Its king governed with a disintegrated crown
It was not time's fault
Because the place was far
It couldn't stick to its roots
Or let the doors for the time ajar
Amalgamation of feelings to you
It sees and preaches every passenger who passes by
In a desert I see no reason to believe in time
I created you I say.
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Flowers From The Old Tree
Poetry'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.' This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to the...
