Travelling with solitude
Sun in a mood
Mountains move
Music deludes
My heart is broken
Ill be open
To the universe
disguised as a curse
Unveiling beauty
What am I?
Don’t wanna die
A queen being seen
is so serene
when the wind pulls your hair
each breath is a dare
to keep going
and avoid dying
smiling with my teeth wide
as million moments collide
I stand here and sit there
Less any care
breathing and being is magic
With warm eyelids and a soul so tragic
-Aditi Shetty.
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