Living beneath the eclipse,
blind from the absence of light.
Wishes made in silence;
the day feigned by the night.
Time ridicules the memories;
the wind removes the rain.
The lies echo for eternity;
ambiguity stokes the flame.
The smell of burnt
promises are indescribable.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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