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A string of thoughts, drowning in an eternal abyss,
A teardrop, falling upon the withered pages of the book,
Like drop of dew upon the petals of the flowers;
A pinch of vanquished pain, stuck between the folds of the chest,
A drizzle of monsoon rain, drenching the hazed pebbles of memory lane,
A lightening struck,
The world went ablaze,
Curling into ashes of grey,
And just like a leaf pressed down between pages of a book,
The sky crumpled into a thin stripe,
Locking the words woven into it,
Like a memoir kept under some tenebrous dark shelf.
And it came down-the world,
Crumbling to pieces,
Until it's just a memory itself.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
