The rain with its cosmic eyes

Keeps knocking at the windowpane

Trembling with each steps

With all her secrets in every drop, one by one.

The evening was waiting for the

Magical rituals....like secret manuscripts

For her readers. It was dark like prison cells.

Waiting in a row for the final sentence.

The room was empty with the silence

Of the graveyard, exce...

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