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Gloom as a listener.
What is the void I am carrying in my blood?
What is the yearn that lay me awake all night?
I slept with my shadow to scatter some words from my yesterday's dream.
To fill my void with flowers and care,
The words were few but had the meaning in depth.
I pass my feel of embracing the tranquil night and the haunting sound of owl,
And it was when my body breath the raw blood sheltered in the fallen leaves,
I asked the dried and shattered leaves the history of its birth,
To which they responded that their oldness could be counted based on my steps into the dark forest.
© Priyam
What is the yearn that lay me awake all night?
I slept with my shadow to scatter some words from my yesterday's dream.
To fill my void with flowers and care,
The words were few but had the meaning in depth.
I pass my feel of embracing the tranquil night and the haunting sound of owl,
And it was when my body breath the raw blood sheltered in the fallen leaves,
I asked the dried and shattered leaves the history of its birth,
To which they responded that their oldness could be counted based on my steps into the dark forest.
© Priyam
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