Dread
Life longing ,
as I long for Life;
Leaves falling, seasons changing,
Sunsets stalking every Sunrise.
A numb morning I dread the most,
when Human I'm not , merely a ghost
Haunting gardens for scent of flowers,
Flying around the empty towers,
calling names of closest few,
to whom my loss is almost new.
No one in sight, no touch of a hand..
For Life is nothing but a handful of Sand.
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