Unfill The Vessel To Again Fill
Tiny tale for a sale.
People from sands to vale.
Joy of praise to cheers.
A way from cut to sheers.
Jack beside Jill, to the hill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.
Shiny white snow and blue sky.
Clouds over the hill they fly.
Sounds of roar still we dare.
Prize of present got to share.
Counted already million still its nill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.
Warm of sun, Shades of the dark.
Rest on woods, Expectant on the park.
Worlds got lot of adversary and misery.
Rest of peace is core and treasury.
Still travel till you find it until.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.
poem by Diplove gautam
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