Loafing around

to explore fades 

of eternity and infinity. 

As my imagination won’t sink

down through the horizon

just like the sun does,

each day.

Souvenirs of twilight 

Lit ups,

When dreams meet hopes,

hope comes across faith,

and so,

The belief is born.

Fear gets buried away,

all along the self doubts.

Hallucinations come alive,

to realise reality.

Nothing becomes everything,

and everything becomes 

something to wonder about.

That’s how

Dramers and doers come alive.


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