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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story deals with the day of real happiness among people.

Submitted: October 18, 2013

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Submitted: October 18, 2013




Darkness, it’s so quiet.

Darkness, it’s so shy.

Darkness, it’s so loving,

Always hide another’s pain;

And never let anyone know about it.

What more praise can be done?

Today’s people are so cruel hearted,

No one ever tries to care for someone else.

Their selfish hands always expect more.

But when it’s time to give,

They forget everything.

Forgetting is the real nature.

Without thinking, killing million feelings is the latest


Thousands are the victims.

With the so called name of love,

A person acquires the feeling of never ending hatred in

his hearts.

Is it right?

Is it an another name of love,

Or the reality of love.

Don’t know what it is.

Maybe someday, someone would surely answer it.

Waiting , waiting, for an unclaimed time!






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