Where do all the souls go
When the body is no more
The skies reach out to them maybe
But do they leave forever really
Question is not about their whereabouts anymore
It's about how tired and worn out they were
Before leaving the earth...
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Under The Stars
PoetryWhen every single bit of my happiness heaves it's last breath Just like the leaves falling off of an autumn tree This is where I come for peace. Nothing and yet everything comes rushing out of my heart Through some arbitrary words of dismay and sor...
