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Unheard.....
On my naked, exposed skin, The sunrays fall like a bitter rain. No matter how hard they try, can they wash away my pain?
I look out through a timeless window, and see the oh so happy world. My own life is a desolate landscape, of the miseries into which it's hurled.
I don't think I'm yours yet, not lost in you, though I wish to be. I'm still like a candle in the wind, lost like a snowflake in the stormy sea.
Would you stop and say adieu, or walk away, without a word. Not answering the question I have, leaving my silent tears unseen, unheard....
~Rachit~ |