It’s the sound you hear in between

The space that fills nothing

Or the nothing that fills the space.

Constant trace of thought

Emotions stay unveiled.

Catapulted thoughts

drifting abound.

Abound every sea

Seasons flight of tree

A humbled beginning, with 

a step to intertwine

A figure unimposed,

In place of all the woes.


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