A hundred hands raised and clapped in harmony,
I saw the fear in the eyes of my enemy.
A million light years became the distance,
Of what used to be you and me.
Mighty as the Sun, contempt with the situation,
Satisfaction is found when its sought.
Cascading lights and free booze
If you want joy, It can be bought.
The Sun is a Golden ball ,going black everyday,
Death with all its friends are making way.
The hands that stood beside...
The Applause became stray.
Quite as a Winter morning, the day of departure
Empty hands on the rocking chair,
The last wish unheard, unaccounted for
A final breathe Of Despair....
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