Early Scribble
Hello empty space
It's time to chase my old phase
Muted by the happiness, sealed behind its shadow
My mind overcome my hand, speechless within row to row
The view of dismantled smoke
The sound of soul's strokes
Caressing my very morning
Tempting every silence which almost abating
Chewing inspiration which almost dried
Try to find my old stride
Jelous to see the rich mind
But crawl from the bottom, I take my own sign
Now say hello to the new lines
The alter bridge of my confines
Today still I write in dimly lit
But this time I choose for not hiding it
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