BROKEN


And the symphony shattered
Under the mercy of melancholy, Plethora of broken dreams, Played the showstopper Thrust of dejection was enough to pull off the idea of contentment, Even the presence of void mocked over the fake notion of caring mob around, That tiny lubricating creature coming out of eyes Wished for sweet shower of elation instead of torment, When the reality slapped that enchanted imagination The concept of mirage was all clear, Ticking clock explained the "Theory of change" By illustrating the transition from dawn to dusk, Now the tired soul no longer wished for
Euphoria
It has found its peace in darkness.

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