Like how the vultures circle the dead,
The reminiscence of the past revolves around his head
In his isolation, he sits by the windowpane
As happy as the passing strangers,  will he ever be again?

The shadows flicker, the projection of black.
Tears roll down, they don’t ask.
Frozen and as cold as a stone
This house is no longer his home.

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      1. Guess it’s all of us sometimes, huh? The great human adventure. Blogland reminds me all the time how very much alike we all are at times. Glad to hear You are doing good! Happy full moon! 🙂

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    1. Heey, Sameera, I’m not happy to hear that the lines are relatable to you it isnt a good thing to experience such things, esp when your home isn’t your home anymore. I wish I could hug you tight, it feels like you are the only one that understands me with my feelings. Mannn.

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