In the depths of sea,In the deepest of trenches,In places unseen…
Drink icy moonlight,Carried by celestial winds,On the snowy night.
Absence of Virtue,is the source of all Evil.Candles kill the Dark.
He was there always,watching all your steps; yet Younever asked for help.
Now the Sun goes downand We grieve over that WhichWe never cherished.
If you can’t give the lantern kerosene, don’t ask It to give you light.
It’s a Fresh morning Sunlight spilling onto trees, Shining bright golden
The Smell of old book, Mingling with the petrichor, A Reader’s heaven
All shall be revealed, if you shall listen to the whispers of silence…