The wind seemed to hug her
Darkness seemed to soothe her,
As the sunrise takes place
Her thoughts free as a word
Visit where her soul find
Limit less bliss,
A garden of roses & bed of thron
Our lantern of gone
How much she loves sky & clouds
She is the lone originality in the
Crowd of piarcy…
Memory was grivy and mind was wet
Words were making intrigued, a net
Her hope like a butterflies
It makes you smile
She away from everything
She leaves her traces in her dream
May be it’s fear of
Keeps her from the strain
For letting go to the rain
May be it’s fear of
Pilled up emotions
Pins her down
Does not let her
Stay on her freemindset
To take blame in lion’s share,
She knew fault was not there
Preksha Dixit 🌸
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