I think about nothingness mostly these days
My nothingness is not foggy and mystic
Not demanding about the attires, undone
Still dumped in the bucket, for reasons,
not aligned in chorus
All I know that time
Asynchronous and foggy that
Those all are in, with humbleness
And gratitude
To ponder and assure
I am possible, I am dusable
And I shall be.
Clouds dispersing as...
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