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"Displaced shadows"

We are the shadows of the dark
Demons of the darkest hour
Surrounded by an eternal agony
There's no place to reside 
But a wretched gloomy street which goes nowhere, guarded by the hounds 
A deprived shadow of the secret valley of grief 
There's no way to go 
The shadows feel frightened 
The night is long followed by the forever eclipse 
They mourn 
They cry 
They pray 
Shadows are diminishing because of vulnerability 
Dreams of light and day are dying 
A light that never comes 
We are the displaced shadows of the darkest night 
We cry, we mourn, we pray 

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  1. UnknownAugust 9, 2020 at 11:56 AM

    You are blessed with this immense talent. Never stop writing ❤

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  2. VeristAugust 9, 2020 at 11:59 AM

    We cry, we mourn, we pray...

    Brilliant idea, beautifully penned down...

    May this eclipse be over and shadows find the bodies of their source... Amen

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  3. SiddiqaAugust 9, 2020 at 5:29 PM

    You have painted pragmatic picture of life! Everyone goes through these phases once in their life ! And only prayers by shattered parts of soul can give you peace aand tranquil your soul !

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  4. SiddiqaAugust 9, 2020 at 5:30 PM

    You have painted pragmatic picture of life! Everyone goes through these phases once in their life ! And only prayers by shattered parts of soul can give you peace aand tranquil your soul !

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