CONVERSATION

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At your darkest point,
in the depth of you,
does my message reach 
to the home of lives?

Pardon for dim silvery shine,
as clouds veiled my face,
but still I can see through at you,
pursuing a dream to dive.

Scenery of us created mist,
covering the beauty of unseen.
You are milestones away,
but soft breeze of you reaches me.

Oh sea! you are enchanting me,
every night, when I gaze at you.
I feel lucky to see you everyday,
but have you noticed this small silver moon?

27 or in 29 days silhouettes leave,
my old heart, same scars with new me,
come again to adore your beauty,
Am I there in your heart, 
where you'll not forget me?

I'm the reason of tides in your calm water
just to show you,
I'm here beside you,
I'll be here always,
circling above atmosphere whole nights and days.

For the dweller's of earth,
we are mere some objects of beauty,
but it's a secret of you and I,
that we have the conversation every night.




GRAVEBOX:-)


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