Walking down the lane of solidarity,
Under the light,
No,
Not the light of the stars nor the moon,
Its only the dim shimmering gleam of the streetlight.
Night ain't the same without the natural light,
Bustling city consuming the very nature who nutured us,
Gone,
The stars that can be seen all night,
Now a myth, a rare sight.
My night is now a starless skies.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Walking down the lane of solidarity,
Under the light,
No,
Not the light of the stars nor the moon,
Its only the dim shimmering gleam of the streetlight.
Night ain't the same without the natural light,
Bustling city consuming the very nature who nutured us,
Gone,
The stars that can be seen all night,
Now a myth, a rare sight.
My night is now a starless skies.
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