As the day fades, slowly the peels of cheer wear off too
The longing throbs a dull ache
I close my eyes to live those colors momentarily
A quiver of a smile
The sharp noises of the present wipe the mist of memories
The shrill bellowing breaks the sanctity of the quiet tears
A scream, a shout, a bang
This time I close my eyes its blotches of loudness
The chimes of rhythm go silent
-Monica
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