All the dreams have come
To a standstill;
The feeling is always there
that life has nothing to instill,
Aspirations , creativity and passions
Here come to a pause,
Alas! Fail to understand
Why there's been
Such a loss?
The flowers have started withering,
The moon's shine is not so bright,
For the stranger in the mirror,
Fortunes seem a distant sight.
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