That dove was sad and quiet
cause I lost something that wasn't mine
but still it hurts-----
Living in such an ember
Will I forget it till december?
Sitting on the terrace
That wind was pleasent and verus
Looking towards the sky but not the ground
It feels like Applying ornaments on old dirty wounds
Moon was beautiful and the sky was silent
The thoughts which were roamin were kinda voilent
Falling falling and falling too hard----
Sorry I forget I was suffering from philophobia
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