That extra second,
never arrives in our life,
The end of the sorrows
and despair, happens,
With the whips of happiness
no more worries,
With any more extra seconds,
the happiness ends.
the cold breeze and
the young sun and full moon,
twinkling stars in the mind,
with whizzling from the lips,
fluttering wings of the hearts,
floating legs just above the ground,
grounded on the floor with,
no more extra second; it ends..
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the cold breeze and the young sun and full moon, twinkling stars in the mind, with whizzling from the lips, fluttering wings of the hearts, floating legs just above the ground, grounded on the floor with, no more extra second; it ends.. Ah..what a nice poem, filled with celestial beauty. Thanks poet for sharing this poem.10+++ for it Subhas