Imagine we’re going another level
Flying high as I drive the bevel
To go deep into the tunnel
Where your peaks start to tremble
No boundaries & no manners
That rhythm & those tremors
The earth seems to crumble
And the skies start to rumble
When the stage turns into the jungle
As I crank you humble
Navin's Poetry 
Beautiful poem.
“The earth seems to crumble
And the skies start to rumble
When the stage turns into the jungle”
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Thank you.
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My pleasure 🙂
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