The meaning is that of nothing,
The feeling is that of emptiness,
The look is that of blackness,
The sound is that of silence.
Yet,
The Hope is that of tomorrow,
The Dream is that of no sorrow,
The Wish is that of the future,
This is what I shall capture.
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Doom & gloom
Sitting in my room
Looking at the moon, Till the break of noon
Gathered thoughts about to boom
Hope these unfamiliar feelings end soon
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