Once this moon gave me fantasy,
Now I am sort of breathe,
When I stare the moon in these
silent nights,
Yes! We all left some thing
behind,
In the hollow days,
And mysterious lives,
Then like a perfect liar,
We wake up,
Learning the art to hide,
Hide the secrets on the dawn,
No matter what you say,
But I know,
We all are frozen,
Frozen in these sounds of
silence,
Some for days,
Some for ages,
And some for life time!!
Keep it coming my friend...
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