Anatomy

Times are missing,

The distance with life has increased,

A dark night that has never ended.

Hopes are lost in the moment of caliginosity,

Waiting for the juncture of light

To find the definition of spiraling sunshine.

My abstract mind thoughts are blown away with smoke

The intoxication of life is lost in my half-written poetry.

Anatomy of dreams in the midst of not being found

A vain quest to find yourself in the middle of a poem!

ණRupjyoti

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