Midway..

 

In the mist of certain,
I stand alone,
Fathomed me: none,
Am i that why?

Espy: beneath,
Beautiful i feel,
I know the Death you create.
For i feel, beneath.

We stand together,
Again in the mist,
Mist: lifeless breath,
Speaks to unsaid.

Lived in ellipse,
But: fire dies,
Removed i am twice,
By the sorrow of joy.

Whiskey soul,

Antidote voice,

Bee, dark, : divers names,

Death it is in a midway.

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3 Comments

  • eliza rudolf June 20, 2017 at 5:32 am Reply

    Lived in ellipse…👌👌👌
    Loved the whole concept…💙💚💛💜
    But I couldn’t get the meaning of antidote…😕😕😕😕

    • Sahil Bhambri June 20, 2017 at 8:07 am Reply

      Thanks eliza❣️
      Antidote- remedy, cure, drug(pain relief)
      😘

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