I wonder,
Do humans really turn into orbs
when fatality strikes?
Or
Do orbs turn into homosapiens
when twinkling bolide falls?
Are we all modicum of moon?
Or
One of those orbs from the
coruscating vault,
you keep incessantly counting on?
I believed,
We all are shooting stars
more than just the coruscation of moon
Since, we all are strolling supernovae
on the umpteen cosmogyral streets of survival.
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•UNAVOWED TALES•
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// ^_^
