Triggers unwinding my soul,
Clearing the all visions,
That was formed.
Gushing bloodstream,
Cleansing the core,
Negations drowning,
In some pure decor.
Feeling of realistic,
Feeling acknowledged,
Untying the knots out,
Steeping to the shore.
Bagging the past,
Damping in the land,
Let the pureness engulf me,
Enriching by it’s lawns.
It’s making me pure,
By the universe’s serene,
It’s making me living,
In the awakening dawn…!!

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