Dusk of tear

From the voice of soothing lips
Petal heard the venom of flame
I was moth from dawn to dusk
Alas! besides roaming through candle of blame
I was unaware of my own musk
Revolving around and around
I remained in cage of sound
From where I could never be free
As I am the last leaf of this shedding tree
Being fumed one day it will shed me
I will be mere,whom I will see
Till the dusk will fell into lap of night
I will turn into mourn of light
Why I desire for this venom of well?
I will get nothing but will carve myself inside shell

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