Note: This work is fictional.
In the sad nights, it remained in prayers,
The strings produced sounds no more...
The eyes gained the illusions of the moments, which stayed as a dream till the end...
The ways drifted as with the winds the "happy hours" flashed back...
Then It shattered like a plucked flower, our that so called "forever"..
On the path we've been walking on
of intimacy and the warmth,
The red flowers burnt,
the smoke in those eyes dissolved,
Evaporating those images, which once were cherished the most...
My mind still wonders the commitments this two hearts were entangled in... It seemed like a "happily ever after" together we've been spending every moment living like never ever the ways will go diverging...
At the end parallely like the rails we travelled, every passing moment which never meet till the end...
But then it shattered like a plucked flower, our that so called "forever"...
The strings produced sounds no more..
In the sad nights, it remained in prayers...
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