Agains thee odds

The grass is gone

the season is done

the skies don't blue

cuz the clouds don't move

so the lies,

the byes,

and that one hi,

float to lost space

A race to forget the others face

while the told denie,

who gave there grave

With the grace

of leaving no trace.

Its crazy but there can only

be one brave

And one who craves.

That Ground Bloomed

not one flower today

because the ocean mother

had gone sour.

when all turned shade

then how to cover

that our Miracle to love

has less than an hour.

sad like farewell

from son to a father

but Sadder is

that here not one gathered.

rather all scattered

Still night became day,

and light arc to dark

and no one bothered...

The time when all showed

A show of true

showering colors.
who cares...
                  ..when cared..!

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A sad episode✈