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It’s dark again,
In the silence of sunset
I stand alone,
amongst the mob of fallen thoughts.
Each thought, a flare un-burnt
in my misty memories.
Each memory, a journey unmade.
As I move along the dusky time,
The dreams, unseen,
Shine bright for once, and
Then it’s dark again.
Covering the distance of a Universe
I still stand where I was
leaving behind nothing but sorrows of souls.
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Azaad13
I am Alam Azaad,a medical doctor and a peace worker too,living in a small town of a developing nation,Pakistan.
I somtimes try to write too,in a language,English that is not very common where I live.
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