Shift_imagination: A broken chain.









A special something…

Some things that that made me; and things that didn’t

Abstracts which attracts me; tangibles that strangulate

When two halves doesn’t make one

When the waiting is in the eyes… and the sky in my hands

When music soothes my veins, and times when they burn

My world in black and white, and then the blurred colors

When the reflection is the opposite of me, imagination shifts

Light years into some place else

However, repetitions are never the same..!





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