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Through the haunting whispers lurking in the silence of mouldy chambers,
I seek the faintest speck of life amidst the dying embers,
Amidst the dark..
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In memory of Alan Kurdi
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There they smile - the sighs of bygone days from the distant skies,Wandering far beyond the clouds, racing towards sunrise,Igniting the sleeping world..
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The world spread out far below my snow- washed terrains,I heard a song in the air, beckoning me back to the plains,The sun burnt down, in mocking eyes..
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Far, far from the withered leaves that decked the shadowy autumn twilight -Nameless buds fading into the dew-drenched grass in the stillness of the ni..
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16th September, 2019: To the scribbles on yellowing pages, to the smiles frozen in frames.
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