Rising day forcing to think
Who I'm?
from dawn to dusk
and from dusk to dawn
I'm trying to drop eyes
to know the identity but
soon surrounding.
How life is go on step by step
tough routine of life
try to Kill thoughts softly.
Fall of the day
and even At midnight
something whisper in the ears
Who am I?
I observing day and night.
I couldn't find the answer.
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