Light full of shadows

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Standing on the empty road I saw a light full of shadows.

Just like life is a sparkling light-filled with sorrows.

Just like emotions are the most misunderstood term as it's used to beg, steal, and borrow.

Just like people carrying a contemptuous sack that is why humility lacks.


Standing on the empty road I saw a light full of shadows.

Just like faces grinning around but actually filled with a frown.

Just like a bucket full of holes unable to fetch even a quarter from the well full of water.

Merchants are cheaters, that's the biggest downfall in the streets full of stalls.


Standing on the empty road I saw a light full of shadows.

Just like buyers standing in every lane filled with confusion about what they wanna attain. 

Just like happy banners waving in the air but filled with antonyms written there.

This is what the irony of fate, what you see is the opposite of its present state.   




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