Grave eyes drown in tears,
The night seems to have shaken the unwanted fears,
It’s that night again,
Neither there is light nor rain;
Memories haunt to the deep,
Each night follows a weep.
The wondrous dream, is the silver lining,
Each and every hour tormenting;
Stop! She cries.
Strong limbs have dried.
Difficult to restrain herself from the past,
Waits patiently on clast,
Searching for a ray of hope,
Clinging like on a rope,
She stands still, a strong will;
With every second that tickles by,
Her soul longs to fly.

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