Unvoiced, ill-omened heartbeats
Poignant pale eyes
Torrent roared by few drops
Abolishing the within
Barricade so rigid
Broke into pieces
When faced by itself
The mirror fell shattered
Words never came to rescue
Yet again got stuck to tongue
No wonder, thou seen alone
Served rightly with deserved
Regrets! Why? No sense it holds
Nothing can thus be brought back here
Deeds flown with wrong waves
No tides did ever take the U-turn
Illusions still breathing
Fake airs doesn’t long for last
Tempest or zephyr, neither should matter
Last few gulps, suck in fast
Wet identity, sulking in sand
The wind, the water, pulling it in
Speak heart, make mark
The soul is enrooted back to origin
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