This road lurking along our
Blemished pride like the troops
Marching forward to invade
Sunny days moonlit nights.

Amorous figures with part time
Assignments, perfectly shaped-
With precise timing yet dubious Methods, never look back.

Shadows around the forlorn
Pages of distant words and
Forgotten lines always try to
Put their protests straight….

Inside our empty signatures
Inside our empty utterances
Inside our empty embryos
We never lament, never look back.

This road lurking towards Echoes of all epics. And our
Empty reflections in reverse Order look alike in all directions.

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