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Loneliness

Wandering…
In the realm of nowhere…
Questions stuck….
Unanswered….
Escape!!!!
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But how much 
Till how
What is destined will happen…
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Sometimes so cruel this looks…
No words left
Even feeling life is admonished….
Scrambling feelings…
Pain non-descriptive
Sorrow prevailing___ of unknown reasons
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As if leavings getting departing 
Falling to the ground
Meeting their eternal friend
And Spirits leaving for heaven
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As rightly said
A soil will surely meet its origin 
As its existence lies there
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And spirits wandering 
In the realm of sky....
No limits
No boundaries
No cage
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Yet quietness holds in itself
The treasures to....
Contentedness
Purity
Answers
Directions….
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Loneliness Justified!!!

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