MUSIC
HE is a drummer.
When HE strikes the sticks on the heavenly drums,
stars shed sparks off,
constellations scatter their lights
across this ancient universe.
We call it life.
HE calls it MUSIC......
BAT
I roam around solitary in crowded corners. Roads I chose to walk on faded in front of me. Trees broke down and monuments collapsed..... Destination stumbled on my way. I tripped and fell. Smoke filled heart faltered to pump... A bat hovered on top.... It's monstrosity lingered in my veins for ages.........
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