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Traveller of eternity

There is no rule to stop
As there is no rule for breathing
I breath, I travel, I make mistakes
But the things make me listen to them
They are just there waiting to be heard
I hear their sobs of longing
They yearn to be not things anymore
They wish to have hearts again
To love, what they once loved
To break them, so that they can feel pain
But can they? No one knows
As there is no rule of breathing
There is no rule to stop
And not be traveller of eternity

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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