Talking with the soul
A forgotten face what I have
Couldn't deny why I live
My soul
Which really holds a big hole
I am alive ..?
But I couldn't hold myself to strive.
A dead soul is what I have
A person living in a cave
Will I be out soon
But will die again during the moon
No one can understand a lie
Until someone dies .
Copyright © Arya Panchal | Year Posted 2025
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