fingers cross and palms come together with eyes closed....
a communication begins, with 'The One' never found or seen....When all is not gone, but barely anything to hold on,
When all visions get more than just blur, but the mirage still insight,a positive omen we bank on, as if the road map to where be belong.....
knocking on the door, before accepting the devil's deal....With nothing in hand, but everything in will,
"Oh! Dear Divine..... can i have an intuitional appointment."
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