​Gasping to be clasped in arms of it’s beloved, my mind rose above this subtle enclosed tiny frame into the expansive and never ending ether

Longing for the touch at it’s fingertips and hands stretched out, it observed the children of the yore in anticipation 

Stretching across the seas and over the tree tops the hands were open wide enough for any beauty to cling on, didn’t mind even a honest beast 

When all that it could grasp was the other hand a small voice was heard, 

“Deep inside running constantly and keeping you alive, am I not there for you always!! Why turn to the selfish world when I am here for you”


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