the winter flies
Under the
Bright sun,
in the
warm eve.
Leaving no
clues for people
to track our
Independence
of today,
Hoping
the day after
will remain same as now.
Chatting
Fighting
Gossiping
Grousing.
We get tired,
We get bored,
We get irritate,
We get Joy.
In everything
For everything.
We feel satisfied.
and wanting
nothing in the world
But
Why our hearts feel empty?
At the end of the Day.
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