Prism
I remember the hardened face,
It was seen, but not felt
Or rather felt, but not seen
Was trying to hold the dream in a bubble,
When it scattered into a million rainbow hued sprinkles.
Tried to seek myself in it
And here am I,
I am that minute prism of light
Through which scatter ,
rays of uncertainty.
I remember the hardened face,
It was seen, but not felt
Or rather felt, but not seen
Was trying to hold the dream in a bubble,
When it scattered into a million rainbow hued sprinkles.
Tried to seek myself in it
And here am I,
I am that minute prism of light
Through which scatter ,
rays of uncertainty.
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