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He Walked the Night

He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death,
Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid.
Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know,
He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.

He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him,
Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim.
Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze,
Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.

He caught a glimpse, in his dreams,
Of thinly woven strings,
Of thousand wings unfurling.
Perching birds left this world,
Resting on a body of misty lust,
Far from happiness, they could never trust.

I wanted to dance, to the sound of summer noon,
In the heat of mid June, if it would take me soon.
A kiss of southern wind, to warm my distressed mind,
And sighs of northern mountain, to take me for a glide.

I don't understand, what he lost in that night,
He gave life to many but could never find the light.
Maybe dreams fade away, like smoke clears out,
And makes us wonder, what it's all about.
He took away a world of sadness with him,
Like so many other wanders off in dream.

Will the sun set, when I grow old,
And world is a different place.
To look back when we weren't cold,
And memories painted in red.
Maybe what happens, happens for good,
It's not always meant for you.
Written by Wanderer_Mahmud (Mahmudul Alam)
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