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Shadows of the Past

Rajesh , 2788
02/04/2016




Every time she feels new,

The old sprouts again.

Every time she feels good,

The heart reaches to pain. 

Is it the guilt or the damage it has done,

She thinks, thinks and overthinks,

Every dusk, a little her soul sinks.

Is it the pain or the run?

She fantasizes a fresh start with every ray,

But the hopes die every night she lays.

The dreams shatter with every beat,

When she blames herself for the waved heat.

She finds a way through the roads she walks,

She finds new words for the ones she talks,

She hopes she frees herself from the spirals of her past,

She hopes every day that these days don’t last.