Lying down under the shed of life,
Breathing in the scent of soul,
Embraced by the classic wind,
Falling into the trap of mortals.
It is getting complicated.
Unspoken words are screaming,
A clock without time,
Life without itself.
Imprisoned by darkness.
Drag into the deepest core,
Tug between two poles,
Burn by the ray of anger.
Hearing the trumpet of fear,
A thin line between lie and hope.
A perfect picture of unmask reality,
Captured by the mysterious eyes.
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PoetryThe darkness soul within, is screaming for the light of hopes. The whispers of life summoned the universe.
