Vessels of myself

  1. ​There are lots of fun in the nose of picnics
  2. It distract us till the bucket has its kicks
  3. I still can not make out the logics…..
  4. … Of myself, in me and my soul within
  5. Or was I told that tick… tick is a lonely inn
  6. Conceptualized to contribute to its hard fin
  7. That takes me diving deep into a rivers
  8. To swim in dry comfort and wet pains..
  9. To a point I await no motion or rays….
  10. Indeed I’ve faced the tip of a knife
  11. In the directions pointing the fingers five
  12. All are made to individually dance a jive…
  13. What a confusing complex logics of life
  14. For I still cannot figureout the model of life
  15. Fishes even get drown in an ocean of life.
  16. Do you know life is an endless hole
  17. Oh we are its vessels and roses are our soul
  18. Only God knows where exactly it shall go.
  19. Sad I can not describe the content of a shelf
  20. Where I rest my head and draw myself…
  21. When only I and I, can apparently feel myself.

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