Every trip away, brings the heart away
Every moment lost, makes the soul feels lost
Every wait, is a moment of conceptualisation
Forming like clouds in the sky
Coming like swash at the shore
Day and night
It's juz measure of time
A measure of one's age
It's the way one fills the day and night that matters
Anyway, I have no idea what I am blogging
Not in the right state to anyway
Every moment lost, makes the soul feels lost
Every wait, is a moment of conceptualisation
Forming like clouds in the sky
Coming like swash at the shore
Day and night
It's juz measure of time
A measure of one's age
It's the way one fills the day and night that matters
Anyway, I have no idea what I am blogging
Not in the right state to anyway
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