I stare at the vacant sky
I gaze at the birds that pass by
The twigs tell a different tale
On the road lie the leaves all pale
There is no wind on the face
The stark silence falls on the ears
The emptiness is all i see
The void is all i feel
A lost hope
An unfulfilled dream
A desire gone wary
A path that is broken
I still take the walk
I still run the mile
I still see the impossible
I still feel the dream
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we are different persons..
u like pink..
i am a dark blue brooding storm....
yet in words we see friends...
glad to meet another 'blog'-o-phile..
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