Few drops of unattended thoughts,
travel all the way from
the clouds of imaginations,
not entertaining,
but pertaining to something within,
falls on dry hearts.

It's an amalgamation of life,
creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing,
with pain and strains of lives.

It regenerates lives,
boosting energies of dead cells,
ending the traditions of sorrow and happiness.

It opens up the eyes, closed with
dead thoughts of the unreal world.
It feels, within life, the chord of life
and the cure to undied deaths.

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