In search of,
someone you can love,
someone you care about,
someone you can dream of,
special is the feeling, which sprouts.
In search of,
those enchanting moments,
the lovely times;
those candid words,
those motivating lines.
In search of
things we missed,
things we’ll like to gain,
the first thunder,
first drop of rain.
In search of
the existent
and the illusions,
it continues
the search never ends.
So very true…
“the search never ever ends”
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I hope for peace, it does end.
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Really liked this so simple yet filled with meanings
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Thank you Chaitali.
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The search never ends, that’s why we keep wandering…until we find what/who were searching for
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Indeed. 🙂
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