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The last eve... It was a pitch black night, A serene blanket of dark With patches of stars everywhere And, a big stained mark... With mist all surrounded With expectations touching the sky With dreams all bounded I was sitting on the winters high... Dew on green grass was forming Snowflakes from the sky were frozen Fog was on the tip and top Strings of constellations were loosen... Everyone's eyes fixed on the clocks, The hearts of people locked Waiting for their minds to overwhelm Just, when it strucked twelve... It was the time of rejoicing Even in the grave of memories Where time is just a matter of sand Flowing and spanning to nothing but eternity... The last eve... #poemofthedecade #lastpoemofthedecade #aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #rapidfire #thewordswithin
The last eve... It was a pitch black night, A serene blanket of dark With patches of stars everywhere And, a big stained mark... With mist all surrounded With expectations touching the sky With dreams all bounded I was sitting on the winters high... Dew on green grass was forming Snowflakes from the sky were frozen Fog was on the tip and top Strings of constellations were loosen... Everyone's eyes fixed on the clocks, The hearts of people locked Waiting for their minds to overwhelm Just, when it strucked twelve... It was the time of rejoicing Even in the grave of memories Where time is just a matter of sand Flowing and spanning to nothing but eternity... The last eve... #poemofthedecade #lastpoemofthedecade #aestheticthoughts #yqbaba #rapidfire #thewordswithin
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