Memories of our past lives
History of our fairy tales
Visions of our happy ending
Amidst the threads of time
Obstreperously loneliness echoes
Black clouds colliding to hide the weeping sky
With darkness that blankens my farsightedness
Leaving me void,empty and hollow in the inside
Blossoming forth evanescing dreams and swooning hopes
Existence has no reason for me,just passing with each season
Like a misguided ghost,with no roads
No direction,no conviction
Just auguring my decay
Then finally the journey comes to an end
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