If void whispers,
Where comes the urge
To hear the voice!
Tied the tide of emptiness
From one bank to the other shore
Neither the ends, end the story!
Fresh the story starts always
In all its faithfullness
As if, is born today
Methinks, mirror
Is the reflection par Divine
Which hid itself from front
In totality!
One call from THERE;
Ends the summery.
Ashes only are left
To mark the significant time
And are reduced to Null
Salvage the silence
From the wreck of life
In whose polarity SOS resides
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