Propinquity




    precipitations of fate,
O thee hallowed at no time intensity of paroxysm you fathomed ! 


you are quantum of tramp but not collaborator for vivacity..........


The horizon that was just between hands became hinterland for senescence

Before my eyes those directions: intensity acceded to ruthless innateness fr tranquility . 

Those wounded dreams ,this lamenting caravan of helplessness went on; everything being evident.

let on grants, that it may continue its expedience

How shall I led the way with scraps of existence ?

prayer of love when shall be crowned . No one knew is this what sort of idleness.

May this misery not proceed me in fumes . waters of deserted oceans making all my inclination becoming dew drops

Autonomity not in in unison , being relentless .








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