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Labyrinth
An open sky!
Gripped firmly the pen over stars lines,
The stars began playing hide and seek.
Turns gray and cloudy,
The sound of the rain wringing the neck of woes
Droplets glisten on my skin taking all grief
Soil is soaked in my sorrow of mine,
And turns it redolent.
Every time little lost in the labyrinth,
The battle between minds and hearts
The heart is a narrator,
Who tells stories of the paradox of life.
-Janhavi M. N🌻
© Janhavi M. Nivendkar🌻
Gripped firmly the pen over stars lines,
The stars began playing hide and seek.
Turns gray and cloudy,
The sound of the rain wringing the neck of woes
Droplets glisten on my skin taking all grief
Soil is soaked in my sorrow of mine,
And turns it redolent.
Every time little lost in the labyrinth,
The battle between minds and hearts
The heart is a narrator,
Who tells stories of the paradox of life.
-Janhavi M. N🌻
© Janhavi M. Nivendkar🌻
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