Untouched Soul

Its been quite long, In deep Silence, Despite the True Vincent Words were unsent. I believe to return, Soon after a Turmoil There is me with Close Hope of Loop Its the green brought me back, despite the black in brown, The fight between Me and Mine Sought the destine before Shine. !!

The years were the Chalkie, As I could hardly rit the wrist. When the time knocked, I was blinking the eyes. Chalo , If the Time can, Bequeathing the force of Spine. Un-wandered distress behold-ed a while, Soon to boon, Soul beehive. Untold questions despite the return Unseen Shadow amidst the glare Blessed Young hoary Morning, Avant-garde as a new dole. End be the trust of new beginning Hope be the beginning of new Trust. -Dattasmita Vasist