the end is near for those who stop dreaming

and for those who were never drunk by the soft breeze of spring

or by endless kisses !

the end is just a notion

for blind ambition

irresponsible science

and all other themes

written in Frankenstein

and by surprise

i was not thinking of writing a book

when i hit 19,

instead

i found myself

never thinking there was an end.

my deep purple soul is lost in the beauty of the Sky

i am a green color by day

and a Sufi by night!

the end was never here

it began in our first melodies

midnight Turkish sweet coffees!

the end was just in the beginning

of a new line

for a brilliant Poem !

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