He had a vague memory,
He was looking for his origin,
His plane was crashed,
Landed on an island, no man,
But only coconut trees,
A feeling of exile,
He was fighting for survival,
It seemed like he was in primitive age,
He invented the fire again,
Rubbing the two stones,
Living a life all alone,
He was making his new memory,
With all new inventions,
He was literally at a noman’s land!
Very lonely memories too!
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Yess, :)! Thanks you for reading and your comments are welcome!
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Start of a nomadic life 👏
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:), Thanks you!!
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There have been days I have wished for such seclusion!
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🙂 Did you get a chance finally ???
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I’ve managed to sneak away from time to time. 😉
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