Boulevard of bruised body

The whirling wind of debacle,coalace into a superposition of indescence and tormented turbulence,which in gradual succession,recedes into a mirror of serene tranquility…..

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The heavenly intellect uprooted from the twilight of salvation,are vanquished like those withered leaves and unturned feelings... It slowly ripples as the redemption of the flourishing exuberance,which with the passage of time are rubbed into glittery dust of golden feathers….

-swasTIKA