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Extinct tale

I dream about dinosaurs in the night,

As they are something extinct from several time.

Unusual than the creatures I observe,

They brandish all my scrutiny in fantasies.

Things that disappeared have my compassion,

As they are the facets that haven’t been cherished enough.

A world of creatures,

let the serenity rest from the world.

You see those elements somehow still existed,

In the tales of people, they haven’t seen.

In the poetry of nature and imaginations,

Like goblins, dragons and unusual intuition.

You see they will breathe till eternity,

As people are willing to forfeit their time for vitality.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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