The day gone with tranquilities,
The night is to quite chirps of birds,
Longing shadows,
To rule the events,
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Hope is pushed to walls, Big bray of time, Shaking the tides of moments, who is to take care of, New born moon, A sequence of events controls the moods...don't despair and keep walking on the ground of earth looking at the dark sky...moon and stars glow in memory of our loved ones who are no more with us on the ground.
beautifully penned the fact! truely poetic! 10+