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White Walk until the path ends,
Strove until the thirst quenchs,
Love until the passions deaths,
Wrapped until the paper ends.

Somewhere between groves,
Somewhere between the hand moves,
Somewhere between the stars,
Somewhere between unresolved scars.

The thought was provoking,
To leave some unending,
To end some babbling,
To train some unpreparing.

The end is nearest,
But none can explain to it.

©Bhagyashree Jena
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