I with my world ofwindy storms
when encountered you
it realised
you had gone a step beyond
probably my wings of fate
It's the way
storms never tell you
what's there at their path
may be its either way
its de facto force
too unstearable
how you came
and vanished
still too live around
I got constrained
of the if and buts
It has been around
but my hurt feels
its not your horizon
I am accustomed to
may be
one day
you have a chance
to come to my world of
oblivions
may be you might know
its better a too original one
I know
you too shall be constrained
is it
some exist
with bubbles of ephemeral moments
at their hand
I see the Blue
it says
never take to the heart
you have a lot to go
burns may prove another challenge
I look around
as if you're jealous of my challenges
I am too jealous
of the stuff with me
its my way
learned
what's came across me
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