Searching Your Whereabouts
I crossed the bridge of stars
Searching you
and found my dawn
and your dusk
On my way
I also found Billet-doux
like crushed roses
on white clouds
floating all around
with imperfect traipse
to fall back on earth
may be my love evaporated
with decapitate of soul
from body without carrying
true feelings of heart.
The unreached messages,
Intercepted signals and
Matrix tribulations
Is my cause of worry now,
I’m searching those lost messages
And searching your whereabouts
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