Weeping Willows

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Odes

A candle flickers;

Dying by secret whispers,

Marooned eyes in black silence,

For prayers unanswered..

As stories unfold by the tears,

Frail smiles start floating by;

From lost hearts here and there,

As a million dreams twinkle high..

 

Childhoods lying in wait,

With lives moored by irony gate,

Roaming the chapters of hope,

Seeking promises in crumpled envelopes,

As years walk by, in lullabies,

And ignored miracles cry..

 

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