Vanishing faces
Running away I grew tired,
But refreshing faces made me forget,
The more I yearned, the faces kept fading away ...
I realised that I had been running all the while !
It is a soup bowl containing ideas, plots and events that scintillated my mind and finally evolved into writings. It is a track of my thoughts that metamorphoses constantly ...
Running away I grew tired,
But refreshing faces made me forget,
The more I yearned, the faces kept fading away ...
I realised that I had been running all the while !
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