I don't think my cloud has a silver lining,
But maybe it has a small grey wiring,
Not very sure, but then there should be some shining,
But my cloud apparently leaves no space for lighting.
Maybe that line is just an excuse for the firing,
That's about to come through and strike the daring,
People call the spark a lightening,
And when I look at it I see a weapon for slaying.
Only people who are out there in the mountain exploring gets struck by the lightening, those who stay in the dens stay in the dens forever.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
