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Confession to Broken Lady (15)

Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing

Through my open views inciting and inviting me

As if to whisper her a cue from the universe it kept on bugging to seek and discover: of the truths of layered in the world of finite in infinitesimal detail. It crossed the message to further ponder it through, “Fame and tranquility can never be bedfellow.” She strolled passed the road with ease, she could only think of what could have been, if everything was done in a complete reverse. As sought after contentment, this too she would one day yearn of being. Of laying bare thought without any prejudice. How it could possibly be ruined by the hulla-ballo of noise begging for a glimpse and worrying of missing; the possibility of lesser significant. “How many questions will be left unanswered? By the reason of time killing in pursuit of bound to lose from  the grip. Why even bother asking to make intricate what could be simpler? Either?” 


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