that day....
the cry of the wolf,
was not just a cry.
it was the,most serene sound
that had ever,ruptured in my ear.
that day...
the surrealism of salvador dali,
froze me in "time".
making the "persistence"
seem,more real than ever.
that day...
after a quite,quiet fight,
Rashed crawled upto me...
and murmered,
"...smile..."in my ear
fillin me with fulfilment n endeavour.
that day...
i realized,i have always been my own shadow.
i have been a million peolple
not just one.
headin towards infinity,and living on favour.
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