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This poem is regarding a person who leave the world behind to get rid of his sadness. |
| The sky is fair,weather has become clearer Speck of grains floating over head Has lost its motion by crashing with a burst of busy air How come in this broad daylight I'm dealing with treacherous storms again? How come I feel lonely in a house with eyes and walls that spy on my thoughts vaguely often? The waves of grey no longer melt from where I blink Instead, the heart sheds sorrow of bygone glories That reminds fool like me of a clock resonating Until the sun slides down into the dark side I'm eloping with my stitches to be a nighthawk Like lightning struck with wraiths of bitter glow and loud sighs The big brave droplets of remorse jump from the vault Through the route of my nose down to the lane of its final resort Dressed in a gown like bride's making entrance To be one with peace Near it's burial ground |