searching for them elsewhere in the nowhere devoid of memories that cherish I tread towards the wall of destiny certain figures are painted on it but the colour of the ink is invisible moving forward more, but it was long crossing the point of imaginary, I cried and it echoed in the walls and it fell down scattered around the city more than the dust the clock on that wall scattered into two pieces it shows the time, but it deceived I continued my walk, again in those land want to meet many in my journey the past is hanging on me like a ghost it looks at me with its red wine colour teeth which touched the memory of many people by left a scar on my being it still wounded, for the reasons of unknowing trauma and it burnt me very deeply
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Gothic thoughts of a soul This is that place, where I buried my memories it was the place too, I started it they wither, within and outside and now started to decay and inside out my soul crouches amidst the snatchy smell of buried and half-burnt memories, and those smokes polluted the entire cosmos of my being without letting any single space at any pace and comes the crescent with scratched outfits with pale glow of silver rays, looks like a corona patient not been able to move and make noise piled up by the weight of silence and gloom this city witnessed the perfect beginning and end of a soul with another in the blending of time the first cry and the last one at a different pace but comes from the same soul now it is raining again, with thunder and light and I waited outside for the new shoots greened by the healing hands to start the another in vain!