the constellation of unlimited stars
the abundant stretch of green
arms stretched wide
across many scope
that’s how waiting made me feel

it is not the first, second or a third
but many innumerable chances,
of rectifying, overwriting,
and editing done by destiny,
i call it as the magic of new beginnings
and pushing away the fear inch by inch that
it is only the prolongation,
a symphony of past few chapters i don’t like

like the orbit of colours
on every effervescence that flies,
i look for illusion
in my hollow heart that holds nothing,
but only the reasons
i look to survive from comma to full stop.

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