By Deepthika N

December 19, 2018

A sigh flutters my soul;
A blanket of whispers shrouds;
Words, whorls and worlds.

The wild realm beckons;
Wisps of life, it’s lure;
Dreams, dares and deaths.

Echoes of a ruin strain;
Seams of the past shred;
Wills, whips and wars.

I bid every Dusk, still.
I bid every Dawn, run.



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