There are moments
In people
Where someone can save
And saved them
But it isn't for everyone.
I have always
Observed everyone
In every different perspective
And different shades.
There I realized,
Each of us
Has its own pace
And time.
Human standards
And age expectation
Are illusions made in life
As if it's build to determine who
A person should be.
There comes, human's delusion
And
Lies.
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Yellow and Blues
PoetryThe dance of words. In rhythm of every song there is. The sound of beating heart along with the nature and if the world is a safe place. This wide circle could have been a comfort, a home. But, no. Only in each melodies of words and graceful dance o...
