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Gazing at those brown eyes,
all I see is a shadow of you.
Those eyes speak deceitful sparkle;
a dearth of love.
Looking at those lips move,
all I hear is a rush of wind;
a ghost piping sound;
Those lips gush gibberish,
deafening in its essence.
Telling a tale of friendship locked in the ‘past‘
by “DIATHEKE” ,
flowing to ‘forever‘
but ‘now‘ non existence.
silencing the hearts that fed its permanence,
Relegated to the shadow where they once belong.
Deep beneath the flowing waters,
lies the key that binds our souls.
(Diatheke : covenant )