The devil lurking in the gray nights,
shadows of fear creeping in with disguise,
drooling vicious lips,
popping crimson eyes,
hollow sphere,
silence is eerie,
And in the mind caught in such demonism,
the soul holding on
to a hope of survival with meek eyes,
Will he survive?
Depends,
whether his heart can withstand
the wind longer than his frail trust
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… and the more we believe in it the weaker we become, the more likely it’s it gets a hold of darkness on us…
Glad I didn’t read this when it was dark…
Haha. Thanks for your kind read
Ooo this one was quite creepy. You really know how to set the mood! 🙂
Thanks for such a charming read 😊🌸
Will he survive?
What do you think. 😊
The eerie imagery drawn up very well by your words Shantanu!
Thanks so much, Radhika
The pessimist in me says no
Then it will. 🌸🌸😊😊
We are challenged and tested by our fear time to time.You have expressed this aptly.
Thanks so much for your lovely read
Loved that pic❤
And anyone survives if they have to or want to.
Trust lasts until we let it last
Thanks so much my friend. I truly appreciate your love toward my work
My pleasure S😊🌼
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