Like the silence in graveyard
a moon so far in dark meadow
on the road untravelled
losing the trust of my own shadow
i dont demean the race of life
every single drop thrives to survive
collecting some air in the bag of hope
living doesnt mean you are alive
A missing page in a book i read
many angles for me to incline
everytime i look in the mirror
clearer i see many new lines
hand in hand of a beautiful lover
a rush of happiness worth a while
still a day goes from dusk to dawn
living doesnt mean you are alive
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