Notes From the Journal
For those who alone did trot,
waiting for a miracle to come,
they often are not looking too,
for a sign to pass them by. Done
with the world, evading their
shadows, holding it by the helves.
For they don't need anyone to survive,
they are whole in themselves.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2021
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