continued from setting sun!!
Rusted, smoothened, philosophical acquaintance, superstitions,
The tarots, the parrots, the future in cards....
Everything comes to zero,
When a mind plays games....
Games to be lost…
Sickening, fluctuating, dismaying, burnt,
The medicines, the care, the hands of God…
Everything seems to be over,
When you lose the cover..
The cover of your own…..
Then we sit,
Sit to relax and with a wish to return,
And all the scenes, breathes, sounds and touches,
Seem to be lost…
Lost, never to return….
to be continued....
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