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Unknown Time

It was a miserable day out once during the hot summer all through the evening I heard only the children playing outside; I looked out through my window to recollect my childhood days.. something i found at that moment a smile on my face with tears in my eyes I imagined that was a life otherside. I saw the sun to settle down but that evening the moon didn't wake up The stars were somewhere in the sky that day it was out of sight through naked eyes. A calm environment made someone's whisper louder moment later a strong wind breaking that whisper making miserable haunted clattering sounds outside. Again i looked through my window now i found the environment has changed from a hot sunny day to a dark lightning evening; drops of water falling from the dark thunder clouds. I experienced three different situations on the same day from a miserable summer day to a calm evening from the calm evening to a haunted dark night. I closed my eyes and counted from hundred to one 'it had been a miserable day once during the hot summer; It had been a painful life once making a long journey' 'all through the evening i heard only childrens' playing outside; all through my life i heard my own voice from inside' 'i looked through my window to recollect my childhood days; I asked my own heart where i found only one name' something I found at that moment a smile on my face with tears in my eyes I imagined that was a life otherside. I closed my eyes and counted from one to hundred- I realized day by day my love to her perished down this realization brought me a new life but i found no love left within me until i learnt there were no more water left in my eyes. i met that unknown time when i heard another whisper but moment later love brought me a natural death. again i asked my heart now i found it answered something has changed from love to the coldest end. I picked up the broken glasses and tried to see my own face the images i got are solely all different. and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken glasses as long as I live. ------------------x---------------------------------

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