trees of the damned
seats waiting to be taken
Abandoned Three
no child’s play this
the hope
what goes behind
no one sits on this
moon night of the dark
Once again on the lookout, a mystery, a dark matter , choice, hope , when the world choose to close its eyes I open mine and see what the other’s can’t see. I take one step further and make an effort to find an unexplained , to find a question to get an answer , to make a choice to have that change, to walk towards an unknown only to find something new.
—– Dheeraj Gautam
