Moving the pieces, trying to fit the places,
Twists and turns, depth and the burdens
Erupting from the roots of divine,
gods and goddess of emotions,
holding the shields from behind.
It's a way of battle, in search of peace and heavens
Though freed like a bird, wrapped in a bubbles and the games
Echoes inside the head. Sun, as if it’s never meant to set.
It goes on and on and on. Miracles in the air, waiting to abate.
Silence of the nature, threatening the clashes inside.
Waves of thoughts maunders to overpower its beginning.
Has it ended? the senses receiving the question,
Aware, my conscious steps back, dilemmatic with poor hunches.
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