When day is night and night is day,
That split second of change that comes to play.
No breezy day ... No windless night,
Just a moment of the timid twilight!
Our busy mind or our sleepless eyes.
Gasps of a world in changing times.
The mystic forces of the unknown,
Blend of existence of the brilliance shown!
Slow starry retire or sunny trots
A reason to think and define our thoughts.
Bringing in new meaning to pointless reign.
A cycle to refresh the damaged cause.
The ashes we speak about,
Not white... not black,
Just lying in between...
...the thousand shades of grey
by Shiv....
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was just bored..:)
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