Wrong Signature

I wish to take a picture of the nature

Bringing down the stars into the ocean

Lightning the cosmos, existing as a star.

I wish if I perish I will come back

To tell the story that the mind can feel.

But wishes are thorns, that stick to our skin

Doing nothing good, but ceasing the bliss.

 

 

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