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Sep 2018
Sitting in a couch
Looking at the empty ways
Where their is no soul.
Darkness fill me again and
I try to escape
But the light seem bright
From far place and I go ahead.
It's like a illusion
Which left me in a chaos.
Like a shadow where I am moving away
My dreams are fading
Like a flower in monsoons.
It's a rainy day, so my tears falling,
But I couldn't do things anymore
Which make me feel alive.
Because I am living
a kind of life with new ways.
So I kept watching around.
Even echo didn't touch
But the heart which beating in sense.
So, I had come out of my past
like coming from sea
But forget to bring
the pearl.
And it's the loneliness
Where no sign of footsteps,
not a single sounds of echo
But the beats of heart.
The loneliness where no sign of footsteps, not a single sound of echo But the beats of heart.
Written by
Karina subba  24/F/Sikkim
(24/F/Sikkim)   
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