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Life
Amidst the crowd, alone he stands,
Forgotten by time, by gentle hands.
No laughter to greet, no warmth to feel,
hidden his sorrows, too deep to heal.
No one to wait, no farewells to give,
In this lonely world, he lives.
But in his eyes, the tears do flow,
A silent lament, only he knows.
And
Every night he returns to his hollow abode,
Where echoes of silence mock and corrode.
© aswvin_j_r
Forgotten by time, by gentle hands.
No laughter to greet, no warmth to feel,
hidden his sorrows, too deep to heal.
No one to wait, no farewells to give,
In this lonely world, he lives.
But in his eyes, the tears do flow,
A silent lament, only he knows.
And
Every night he returns to his hollow abode,
Where echoes of silence mock and corrode.
© aswvin_j_r
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