Pieces of soul mixed to create a core
Perfection ,imperfection all come together
Attempt made every second to hold to the perfection
But the pieces and chunks have all spread like a distant meteor
it’s the early morning unforeseen sense of emptiness that chases the pieces,
I try to hold, and a piece of soul rushes into the ear and whispers, be brave
Another tries to compress forcefully my breath as I constrict the lime,
Yearning, reminding the warmth, the giggles and the early sun of the distant familiarity
Pieces of souls mixed like the mixes of colours made by the summer flowers
All pieces come together, far and near
Some, I sense right next to me and some I run after wandering through my dreamy eyes
But, all pieces come together and stir in me
And I keep following jovially the bits and pieces of souls that is all a part of me
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