Of Evening...
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Travelled to the planets and
Sang songs of glory.
Deep within always an
Unquenchable arrogance of
Etymological lineages.
Never compromised with
Ordinary adages.
Ages past I was there with
Abundant love for humanity
Defined with selfless journey.
I move on skies to reach the
Unreached. I was not a meaning.
A blank blanket of dreams black.
Smell the future kill the past.
And I am a blank present.
Not to be meant as a gift.
I am a travel unearthed and unfathomed.
Will go with grit!
My evenings are my strength!
A Gladys Stephen evening logic!
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