Remember I asked you why? In the beginning of this book and now, we are near the ending... Guess what I still don't have an answer to "why?"
But, I've something and here you go:-
All of this confusion will make sense someday.
"Why?" will become an answered question, and
the fog that clouds your mind will leave your body with
the gentleness of an exhale.
-breathing again.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
