by Harry

Submitted by Pratik Bose

Night after night
My city passes through
Some drowsy dark eyes..

When I die
I scarcely think
But I bleed all because of fading past

When I cry
I think not
I disappear slowly into ocean

I see many daydreams
Multifaceted you

I wait
I talk no more
I don’t cry
Or die no more

I just wait for you
To take me to Christ…

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