The atmosphere smell still
The breeze becomes cold
The four cardinal point
Invaded my being
The sea cease to flow
The night invaded the day
Confusion surface
Everything seems unrevived
I am left in the world of quietness
where peace reign
The journey was lonely and scary
The fate choose it
I am the driver
I am the passenger
Looking all corner for myself
I argue with my able self
It is what fate assigned
The quietness feels good and radiant
The gentility of the day and night
Tell it all
Though the journey seems lonely
It is a compulsory journey for all
© ONEIRIC
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