On the verge of separation,
we approached pain slowly.
Slowly we wake up
hardly we shake off this very earth on our body
the salt in our eyes

One by one we take off our mask
Like warrior's helmet , shield and armour
Plumed for the dance.

Slowly we looked around
we were in a unstable form.
Day is bright,
but we recall yesterday very little.

It was moonlight,
Slowly we turn our faces up
inch by inch ,
to the lively glimpse of moon
finding the real me
In search of tommrow happiness.

P.S : Hi this is another sleepy post.

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