Doubts

The voices so real

Reverberates from within

Your doubts awaits birth

Converging

I met a stranger

Stuck with the same boot debris

We head separate

For that a well-wished parting

Is essence of converging

Pixel Story

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Dear cloud, wouldn’t you go away?
Getting in the way of my sunny day.

Dear child, haven’t you heard them say?
I live to blanket you from penetrating rays.