Discomfited state of mind,
Lingering in isolation,
Air’s windy current,
Being splashed,
By the chilly,
Water of the river,
And the crest of wild waves,
Seeking the answer of ,
Some unsolved mysteries...
The blue sky moans,
To the sound-
Of a fake sandstone,
And No one cares,
Or shares discontent.
But the wind continues to whisper...
My raving soul flourishes,
Reaches the sky and,
Verses the land,
And the sphinx of my soul,
Guards the,
Desert sands of my emotions...
Protect my passage,
Into the realms of sky,
And bury my soul God,
Into the ground,
As the prospect of a,
Love after death abounds...
The name will be etched,
Into the sands of time,
The memoirs trickle down,
With the existence divine,
Life ceases to exist,
With remnant of tales untold,
About the saga of a modern day sage,
The nature's last known true survivor,
And yet I praise for life,
While the death drinks me...
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