Late at night,
in the dark sky
hidden from the world
The frozen river weeps
In the eerie silence
the frost melts a little
drops of tear rolls
as the whole world sleeps.
Not known to a soul
the dead ice speaks
of the broken vows
and blood that seeps
Rotten are the wound
of the dumps of the past
hidden beneath the white fortress
the stench that reeks
Yet the morning comes
and the river shines n breathes
None bothers why
the cracks goes so deep
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