Every throb's an ikigai,
each soul a solasta sea..
every arcane's a meteor,
alated by gravity...
And homosapiens wishing,
to soliloquize and halcyon their tides..
when naught else than thunder,
is what echoing inside!
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
