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Apul Nov 7
Two hearts beating the same rhythm,
longing for each other like the moon and the sea—
destined yet unreachable,
as if the cosmos themselves had scripted their love.

Their hearts, though linked, are miles apart,
and distance, a thief stealing their every shared second.
Only whispers, the touch of the wind,
carry their love untold—
like parallel lines, forever aligned, but never collide.
Apul Nov 7
The brightest smile she wears,
Laughter echoes through the maze.
Her face is a galaxy of grins,
Like a child being free, bursting with happiness.

Yet, deep down lies an endless hole,
Hollow and empty,
Where everything is gray,
Even surrounded by many.

Lost in the noise, she goes,
Drowning in sorrows—
Every day’s just another day,
Wrestling with fate like a zombie.

Oh my, she murmurs,
With a bloodshot gaze,
Hands in the air as she lays,
Gazing at freedom—
Why a stranger everywhere?
Apul Nov 7
One soul, so lost, travels to distant places
where the horizon seems endless, like falling into a dark abyss,
trying to find the light but forever trapped in the same circle.

In the darkness where demons and lost souls reside,
howling pain and wandering cries echo through the void—
a place where one’s darkest secrets are visible in the eyes of the forgotten,
a cell of eternal torment, an inescapable dungeon for the lost.

One soul seeks, grappling to find the way
to a realm of peace and solemnity.
Only then does the seeking soul find its resting place,
in a space of acceptance, embracing those demons and nightmares within the labyrinth of hopelessness.

— The End —