Saturday, April 13, 2019

Nights

I am humble with the wit of anxiety,crossing the galaxies upon the scape of eternity.
I have stumbled upon the souls and scattered spirits ,
Just the trail doesn't end ,
It's a ceaseless journey of enlivened memories and moments.

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