The quenching thirst of soul,
The thread that keeps us going,
Filling hearts to the whole,
Feeling the need for moving,
Healing the pain daintily,
Fading away the little cries,
Touching the hearts deeply,
Guiding the path as we rise,
Dreams swing us to its space,
One could find their lost selves,
Bringing light for passing days,
Wishes that stitches our selves.
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Behind The Words
PuisiA writer can never stop running. Running from the reality.. To find the perfect solution to sort out things. And the writers keep running.. Behind the WORDS!
