RALEIGH LITERARY SOCIETY

ALEIGH LITERARY SOCIETY

RLS -DEAR ALCHEMIST

DEAR ALCHEMIST

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By- Anika Bhardwaj

Dear Alchemist, turn all my dark memories into gold I am lost in the desert There is no hand to hold Oh, wind! Just hit me hard take away all my emotions And grant me my trump card Let these tears, free from my fears Glancing at day star, went so many years Seeing you is like looking at the sky damn it's the hot height but Now I lose my passion for flight I felt I was riding on the wrong boat Unwilling shelving for seashore I can do nothing just wait Arrived at my destination but realize it is not my fate I wish I had learned to swim Just go now if you can't abide Or come with me and stay by my side


Anika Bhardwaj

Student, blogger, writer.

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