Where the chills wither into the wind,
where the light fades into darkness,
where memories lay forgotten,
where the future is yet unknown,
where I was once found to not be shown,
where the chasm dissolves into emptiness,
where music meets her silence,
where the rainbow ends and the raindrop begins,
where fragrance dwindles into the night,
where graves melt into mud,
where the pyre meets her ashes,
where the scabs meet their scratches,
here lays the man in the mirror.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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