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Mar 2018
Awake.
First thing you see.
A vast radiant moon,
Staring at you since eternity.
Smile and feel the shallowness
Of the dark beautiful night.
Feel the wind in your hairs
Whispering the songs of the dead.
And wait,
Your time will come
Just before the morning sun.
So, you better run and run
Your time will come..
Written by
Apoorva  19/M/India
(19/M/India)   
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