White Those Fallen Feathers
Dreams shattered in the path,
My soul is still probing in the bath.
All inky pages get a fire stick,
Still my thoughts are there to paint that brick.
Reach at my place and started weaving,
Now again a beautiful stack of folio is sieving.
©PRIYANSHI MITTAL
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