Does it scare you?
Does it scare you? The sheer uncertainty of life? Obscure as shreds of uncalled voices Mystic as mornings of blurry abyss Myth settles in the delicate cracks Of what is yet to begin, of what is yet to dim. The mellow coherence of heartbeats Aligned up for show The creepers along the spine Are still yet to grow. How do you cease to hide? The stealthy corners and your eyes How do you cease to hide, The dubious heart, dwelling to bide. Riddhi Chakraborty
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