Death had left his body too fragile to go back in his
memories. Dying sub-conscious was putting all its efforts to win the race, but
this bag of flash had taken very long time to realize it, my friend!
He is crying watching its bitter pain...he wants to help
it...but is helpless. The pain is inevitable, its a part of the conscious
actions those had won over the elusive peaceful moments of life. In course of
time when the bridge exists because of you, when the vibrancy of soul tries to
connect the two ends, when you grab the golden time with all my energy my
friend... it really doesn’t matter who comes the last. I am open to the last
soul.....doesn’t matter its a mountain, a dog or even sky.
This is me!
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