as the hope to find you at my live world resile to oblivion of self of bundle of wordsfar relevant over the ages
but no contemporary equations
I struggle to opine and de-opine my psyche
may be I have learned over the ages of the "past"
through the gene-language
but its a mirror of hope
lie down at my inner half
to say
never say die
scene of romance as you see
shall die away with the ensuing heat
so may be my thoughts
of the moments with me
may be another
heat traverse of the traverse of the time
it may convert and come off
with your being at my live world
I struggle to find
the meaning of my own thoughts
source: shipra.v
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