As the flesh plumed,
A pinkish tender,
The day blushed
Into crimson red
The eyes looked yonder
Lost in the resonant silence,
Ears didn't heed,
As hungry voices echoed
Like those forgotten church bells
Wind blew deep in the night
Silence stretched taut,
Words waiting to come out,
Discarded, like those pages,
Lying in the attic
Lips were sealed tight
Darkened days waited,
In corridors of time,
Where history reckons
Waited all this while....
Awaits till,
The elusive humanity dawns
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