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Chaos soon becomes normalcy. And silence a stranger to see.
It’s my lullaby.
The cacophonic tunes calm
The bruised soul,
And slowly as the night grows upon
The ashes rise to nightmare groans.
The noise becomes
A part of me.
Chaotic, crashing, clashing breeds.
Silence is death’s door,
A crucible of quiet, the fear’s lore.
The trembling ground
Rocks me to sleep.
Asphalt and darkness,
An uncursed feat.
Shadows are my retreat.
Orange, red, and bisque,
Clouds of hateful mist.
Its only normality.
Rabid scarlet,
The scent unfeared.
As eyes close
To the sounds of rage,
Lives remain unfazed.
Death is now only a game.
It’s a lullaby,
Chaos it’s stage.
Very deep thinking🤔 u write so well Yukta.Good job. Want to see
U writing about happy moments.
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Very deep thinking🤔 u write so well Yukta. Keep it up.
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Suprrrr!!!
Too gud!
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Superb Yukta.
So much talent, you can be a versatile writer.
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Superb Yukta.
So much talent, you can be a versatile writer.
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Awesome Yukta .keep it up ……. such deep thoughts …..it’s wonderful.
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Beautiful!!!
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Kudos…!
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👏👏👏
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“Wow” i actually have no words to explain how well written this is.
how meaningful 👏🏻
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