A chain of peaks, holding each other's arm,
stand in midst of grey sky's tears
when it weeps in a low thud sound,
they seem undisturbed.
When a white hanky flashes from the sky,
they tend to catch it,
as the sky grows darker, I sit here,
my back on the wall, legs on full swing,
wondering if I could ever break their unity!
stand in midst of grey sky's tears
when it weeps in a low thud sound,
they seem undisturbed.
When a white hanky flashes from the sky,
they tend to catch it,
as the sky grows darker, I sit here,
my back on the wall, legs on full swing,
wondering if I could ever break their unity!
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