Stars in poetry
Just a beautiful star in a clear night..
Till the dawn appears with the morning light..
We look at it.. smile.. we rest for a while..
Its a whole new day.. to cheer for an extra mile...
-Stars
Me and my bootstrapped (?google it!) thoughts. I usually pic a random topic. And brainstorm on it. I try to be as unbiased as possible. (change para) I believe that we pretend to be someone than being what we are. Asking myself 'who am I?' I find myself deep in the thoughts, buried under tons of layers of restrictions. I try to find me. Using these random thoughts lets build a stairway to heaven in a journey to find true self.
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