From the moment stars gaze..
Trying to grief solitude..
Crossing the way like forest of maze..
Silence above that brew..
Gratitude for journey that works in favour..
The ways that admire grief..
The path that leads to attempt endeavour..
Exists in brief..
Words that fly high based on thier grounds..
Can't express thier grief..
For some they are bitter-sweet..and some see wounds..
When will they tend to believe??
We just assume to walk off..
Proceeding to our next league..
Waiting for the stars to turn off..
Obsessed by our intrigue..
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