PAINTS OF LIFE

Dec 11, 2024

1 min read

Updated: Sep 3, 2025

By Vedha. P

The stardust in me whispers

The echoes of past looters,

A chance to make a brighter shine

A dream of what could yet be mine.

Footsteps haven't faded

And heartbeats aren't painted,

Playing beats of known

Staying young till dawn.

By Vedha. P

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