The wizened, old trees can only watch,
The nubile night seduce the wayward sky,
The dark road invites the not too lucid minds,
To catch the madness that lingers in the air,
Eyes don’t see and the ears only hear,
The gurgling laughter resonating deep,
Numb fingers entwined,
Head cradled in timelessness,
Warped yet strangely serene,
The ‘why’ that goes looking for answers,
Is too scared to peep underneath,
The truth is never ugly,
Just different for you and me...
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