Darkness

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The moon shines bright in the darkness of the sky,
Solitude it preferred rather than betrayal and cry.
Earlier scared of the dark, I used to run away,
Now I stand there full of sorrow and dismay.
Later realized, that I don't live in the darkness,
The darkness lives within my mind and soul,
Everyone left but one stood with the torch,
With tears trying to control.
I was looking in the mirror, a sudden thought struck,
Solitude I preferred in the darkness of my luck.
~Jasleen Kaur

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