-it was a blind journey all along
-surrounded with storms of silence and sorrows
-between them all alone i was
-deep down in there holding on to memories
-nightmare of broken winged birds it was
-looking for sympathies around me
-nocturnal nomadic life it was
-all along strange stifling helpless air
-what amazing speechless journey alone
-not a single fire fly to speak of sparks
-when journey became frightfully alone
-some matters of personal level
-it proved a burning journey of life
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