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Nowadays, everyone runs for money. Some days it's a myth and some accepts that money is everything. More money means more power so the desire for money becomes excessive.

'Eternal Echoes' is a deeply personal poem that explores the intimate and sacred nature of creative expression. It invites the reader into a quiet,

It's never the place.. It's the people that we adore.  Never the wind but the feel that it brings.  It's the eyes rather than the touch that we crave.

It's not normal.. But it's a part of life to live.  I know it isn't easy at all ...but it has to be this way.  After tackling every hustle u take a sigh of relief...

Her soul would have died a million times before leaving her body...  Her screams would have shut the room to silence...  Her body would have cursed her why did she even grow as a girl...  Her eyes wou...

Have u ever felt the need to be understood by someone who's not your own...

Sometimes its sad how my heart doesn't obey my mind... Telling it constantly not to cry your name out.  Not to miss your air..

If listening to my heart was an option...  I would have heard you all day long...Being close to you would be my only fond.  I would look at you like a moon in the night...

People drifting apart..  Skipping the good parts for career...  Heart feeling heavy because of responsibilities...  Friends becoming strangers and strangers trying to enter cramped heart..  Days spent...

Thoughts are hard.. Hard to process... Even harder to forget.  Thoughts grow like trees...  Like a seed implementing into the fruit of belief.  Thoughts go faster than they come...

What's the real darkness?The absence of any color in your sight or the absence of soul in a heart.  There are infinite reasons to live the joyous life How peaceful it is to see that sun dusking slowly...

   'What's the point of this on going life... In end we all have to leave' - a worn out soul affirm...  A Wordsmith then quotes that :  The reason u can't stop smiling seeing a blooming rose...

Those tomorrows never came.. Thode byes were never meant... Those smiles were all fake... Those non spoken promises broke.. Those tears were real.. But only mine. Thode regrets were real..