The silence of the mobile,
The alarm that rings every morning,
the scent that flows in the air, the dusk,
the quiet smile that embraces my lips, and the dried tears,
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you have very aptly descirbed.. how the beloved is missed.. right from the silence ot the mobile.. to the full moon! *** 10***
when a full moon bloom, i'd become werewolf. i'll surrounds you.....i'll be everywhere. will you dare to see me?