I didn’t asked
for any colourful reason
to tell me about the truth
It had, already
taken up larger vacuity
into my dead trunk
I am no more ‘myself’
nor am I an emanating grief
I am an eternal cavity
pecking up my deepest truth
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Metaphoric and contemplative
So much thanks for thy comment dear Sir! Regards