The sky did cast its shadow like a broken mirror.
Clouds of regret hovered over the downpour of error,
Stood the world aside in the quest for peace
To unveil that it cannot be sought at ease.
Silence of innocence shattered the dreams.
Outflowed the tears vanishing the streams,
Reason for the existence left in a craving
Queued they up to fall for the fate of grave.
Eyes turned blind to the hopeless waving hands.
The wind turned its path, untouching the weeping lands,
Even the last drop, like a mole, remained unfaded
Leaving the ground red than blindly unshaded.
Against the reach of the clasping palm
The stains of woes stripped the unusual calm,
Succumbing to the decree of unspoken words
Every dawn sees the fall of the world.
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