Illusion dies. Arun Writes Poetry December 25, 2019 1 Minute The ever flowing grace of light, If only I could find where you began, And see where you drop. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by Arun Writes An aspiring essentialist, a fantasy geek and a word hunter, on a new path. View all posts by Arun Writes Published December 25, 2019
Finding the Alchemist 
Brilliant Poem
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Thank you, Ishaan.
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