a breathless soul
flying opposite direction
to the wind of time
a dehydrated leaf of me
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forget about the destination, the process is the whole experience!
Hi Kamran A good work... When i rise from my earth like a tulip.
Interesting, when hope endures and time continue to tick however difficult if we remain authentic we are nothing but timeless. I invite you to read some of my work.
despite no water to satiate, fighting against all odds the wind plays, still you destinatin bound...those feet aren't that far away Kamran... a write deeply poignant...thanks...10