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Living himself

I was sitting next to him,

there was nothing so beautiful in it,

but I saw his eyes and I realized that things when you don’t desire,

seems pretty happening too.

No intention that would harm my inner peace,

I saw treasure in that heart thy self.

He wasn’t lonely or exhausted,

living his existence with glitter poured,

I saw how people make life so heavy by sharing their hurt.

I held his hands, no cuts or bruises I saw,

he was breathing for himself,

I was captivated by the glory he was.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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