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Being Alive
From togetherness to solitude
I travelled a thousand miles
From first breath to last one
Seasons flew by
When tears touched my wrinkled skin
My heart felt that emptiness


Where the sun sets and darkness rises
I wait for the storm to take me,
My skin to turn cold, my soul to float
Above those black clouds


Yet I yearn to live, to breathe
To love, to fight, to laugh, to cry,
To feel that solitude again
To be in that endless loop,
Until the time stops.


© Bincy John

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