A tiniest cog in the mechanism.

I, me, myself.

I run.

For a paradise

I have never seen

I have never heard

A mirage.

One circle was over.

The machine slows down.

The gloom

The exhaustion.

Dulls down.

The darkest hour passes.

The dawn had broken.

Another circle starts.

A difference?

A tomorrow?

I hope.

By Rukshali Hapugoda

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