Finding More

Finding more,
More that leads to a meandering desire
Desire to never stop
Stop to start again
Again to finding more
More that leads to a void
Void that never shines
Shine like the sparkling city lights
Lights that guide you home
A home that is close to your heart
Heart that beats
A lub and a dub
Waves that come and go
Sunsets and sunrises
A distant star up in the sky
The sky that never meets the ocean
Ocean that changes colour,
Colour that reflects the sky
Blue.Violet.Green.Black.
Black that has all the colours
Colours of live and death
Death that is the truth
Truth is finding more...
                               -Madhulina❤

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