Rejuvenation

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Surrounded by the vast emptiness
In the company of everything that doesn't exist
I stand with abandoned dreams,

Listening to the sound of loneliness
Feeling everything but happiness.
I stand alone,
In the middle of nowhere.

A fickle movement in the distance
A faint light
A feeble sound
I dream again.

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The Young Writer said…
Thanks... I hope you like the other articles too.
March 26, 2016 at 9:43 AM
The Young Writer said…
Thanks man....aru ni hera.
April 12, 2016 at 6:47 AM
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