My helplessness becomes my evergreen shade to me.
The sand through I walk becomes my only soothe to live.
The faint light of the night becomes my narrow hope to next day.
The slim crescent becomes the modish soothsayer.
My loneliness becomes my untried meditation.
The dry leaves falling to my room becomes my unsung requiem of friendship.
The wind that seeps through my broken window becomes my lady for the day.
The musty room I laze becomes my dishevelled castle of dreams..
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