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Journey of life
When the journey meets the midst pastel part of life,
walking along the lonely street of dreams,
All was just a mere coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believing the past will appear as sagas for life.
Twilight remembers only the right things to connect.
Though planned paths can be boring,
Until it meets the core of active presence.
A simple fantasy of always exploring,
In the shades of feelings that attract,
With everything that life has to offer.
Moving in the distinction of slightest to greatest,
Roaming along the patterns of the thinnest to thickest.
Rolling like a crystal in the crisscrossed shade.
A new day, a new beginning breaths the precious fragile spirit.
© @Gayathrisulakhe.
walking along the lonely street of dreams,
All was just a mere coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believing the past will appear as sagas for life.
Twilight remembers only the right things to connect.
Though planned paths can be boring,
Until it meets the core of active presence.
A simple fantasy of always exploring,
In the shades of feelings that attract,
With everything that life has to offer.
Moving in the distinction of slightest to greatest,
Roaming along the patterns of the thinnest to thickest.
Rolling like a crystal in the crisscrossed shade.
A new day, a new beginning breaths the precious fragile spirit.
© @Gayathrisulakhe.
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