Suffice It
It is the time the soul asks
What do you in search of ?
The same query but sans
A drop of sarcastic puff !
I stuck in a silent ,
Wistful smile soothen the noice
That may lead to a mythical lament
Controlling the walk out as a choice !
Lightning in the sky , threatened
those courageous touches of recogonition,
embraces its arms to the high, enlightened
by crossing those bitter barr...
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