Holding the bars of a cagy life,
She stares at the contours of the blue space
Those merciless winds just flood her eyes,
Across the finite bondages,
She tries to seek some warmth within the heavenly grace....
Then like tempest over the tranquil sands,
Those pearly drops start pricking her soul.....
They unknowingly follow
The drowning orange sun,
that embraces the infinite ocean.....
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