There is no Space to be Filled and Feeled.






Scattered was the soul
How a single heart could hold?
Could make it known to be bold?
But something got her hold
Away from the crowd
Before anyone hear any sound
Like a thunder lightening
She was as one
So she wanted to go beyond
Yet, she turned back
When she had to turn away
Slowly she was about to exceed her speed
There are pages of story in my diary unwritten and unread
Yet, there is no space to be filled and feeled.

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