A Dead Poet

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Dear dead diary ,

(In continuation....)

Days ,
and days ,
and days ,
Passed by .
Atlast one fine day ,
She opened her frail glittery eyes .
Glancing at an extraordinary sight ,
That She had never seen
before, in her life ;
That She had never been
before, in her life ;

The land was white and bright
To the one side .
As if, adorn by beauty and pearls of the moon light .
The land was dark and gloomy
the other side .
As if, dressed in the dim and dull cloth of the night sky.

"Where am I and why ?
Am I dreaming ,
Or did I die?
Is it that I'm tasting the             consequences
Of the betrayal ,
Or can I find my true love
back here! ? "

(To be continued....)

Hate ,
Anna!