Death (Remove filter)
Transition to light
Deep the sky , in the meterior shore,
Here sitting me, reciting my chore.
Word to word, I wanna transfer to u
Oh my shadow , i am ur blew.
Feeling almost ,it's new to all me
I am admiring the blue sky in the wavy silk ,
the meterior shore reminds me
Leaving behind everyone i met,
Life is unjust ,i wanna submerge in the lust.
No fear struck m...
Thursday 5th June 2025 9:00 pm
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