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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Voice

Oh, its dark again,
And I, the only one, who remains.

Oh, its late at night,
And again I the one who mediates the fight.

Oh its the lonely time,
No friends no foes, only a shadow of mine.

Oh, its the shining star,
So near, yet so far.

And so I lie, in the bed of hope,
A hope to live just one more hope.


3 comments:

Lady Whispers said...

Sigh I don't even see hope...
I can so relate to this poem...you wrote my mind :)

Sohini said...

like like! :)

Nik said...

@both ty...! :D

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