
Learning to embrace my thorns in this river,
of tidal waves breathing in me
The growing mayhem that exist escorted by clutter of thoughts.
I get a glimpse of nothingness, an empty void ;
With a closer observation
I had fallen to Black hole.
What demon possessed me that I behaved so well ?
With an irresistible voice,
which invites me away from uproar.
Waiving tenderness only to bestow,
the budding weed.
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