To Winden

Those who know, know.

A place like a mystery,

Where everything has a history,

Here time spins like a wheel,

It never ends,

It doesn’t heal.


Everything is connected they say,

But how?

Is it possible to travel in time?

Possible to make it all right?

To not make mistakes at all?

or maybe not making severe ones at least.

I am yet to find,

Till then, the story continues…

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