Oh! how could people sleep through such a night. .
its like those moments. .
when the darkness seems to submerge in the light. .
and every soul. . whether living or dead. .
rejoices with love. .
the magic that has bin shed. .
Its like the clouds scream their own story. .
the wind speaks the unspoken words. .coz when it rains. .
it caresses in its arms. .both the worlds. .
both the worlds. . one being reality
and one being delusional. .
but the wetness sweeps past the flesh
into the soul. . .
The sky sparkles like a diamond just for a moment,. . then turns dark
being BORN OF COAL. .
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