Await the metaphors in solitude
There it project as dreams
All the paves filled its rays
That embarked the system unknown
There awkward the symptoms
That groom as some myths
That yard was full of dreams
But the tears was its eyes
The entire strand was in some turn
Unknown spark that severe sense
Blink the eyes in that spark
Rest ahead was gloominess
There the dream was far apart
The real metaphor was in eyes
That wet the eyes in longing
And long ahead is solitude……………………
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