An unreliable Narrator
An unusual act of sharing unhappiness,
under fragments of broken past
sealed for future needs,
reminds me of those
Summer nights and winter mornings ,
which never stretches dichotomy of fame,
what pity would it be to use same strings
believe me it's a treasure being trusted without merits
Left the cage for shear high fly,
Where emerged new turmoils and roller coasters making an unborn shy
Came from nowhere to nothing,
Carrying a desire for everything ,
watching time stood discontent ,
Ruler of cold game is a blower
Where emotions set apart breath of fear
If it remains unclear let me be the weightlifter,
once again arranging web of my own blows,
Keeping the dead to the dead
yet another final call of rhythmic chaos,
Where mountains keep singing white symphonies ,
unavailable to grace being deamflum
If you got time to run wild
remember sleep is just death being shy
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