In every angles and curves
of the silent mountains
rest many tales
waiting to be told
And in its every shade
lies the shadows,
the stories of people
yet to unfold
Mine is one among the many
an ordinary biography,unnoticed
Oftentimes i caught myself
writing a journal of scathing emptiness,
drudging myself in my emmolient cave.
Each rocks and curves
were made up of prison cells with nippy windows
Like all mortals,i've been there
I've seen the birth of flowers in the morning
and witnessed the falling of its petals
in the drunkenness of the night
Midnights were the reasons for my untimely death
The shadows turned black and became one with the darkness
I can hear my sighs inside me
My heavy footsteps on the whim
Mine is a world of penance,sacrifice and work...
and wrods are my companion,
the glow in the dark to my bleary heart
to survive the...
yet another tormented nights full of cries.
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