Screech
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1 min readMay 22, 2019
In your screech,
You would sing
The indecipherable lines of your longing,
What makes you long,
Giving you the very existence,
In this mundane life;
For More Of My Writings: Painted With Words
In your screech,
You would sing
The indecipherable lines of your longing,
What makes you long,
Giving you the very existence,
In this mundane life;
For More Of My Writings: Painted With Words
A drop of water you could see that dumbly awaits in vain to spill and be a stream: Alas there is sunshine.