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Jul 2020
23 January 2015

Visions called my soul,

And made the silent promises,

That these voids will fill,

Though it could never happen,

Now I would love to go back,

In the distances,

Distances! My heart made through out years,

I would love to stare lonely sky,

And will shed my emotions in the river,

That runs in a sunless country side,

The essence of free air let my lungs breathe,

So I promise,

My death will search no reasons,

To get away with these voids,

Because through these voids my lungs breathe!
Written by
Shivani Nashier  25/F/Delhi
(25/F/Delhi)   
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