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Tonight sky has no color.
Not even dreams', those were carried for years, for thousands of moments, waiting for an unknown day there.
Tonight silence of night is no more audible from this tiny room.
Not even those lines in diary, those delighted minds whether spoken or not, now a blind thought.
Tonight light is not clear to identify knowns.
Bare feet have no strength to walk few steps to say bye to some old friends; two trees, few invisible stars and that sleeping moon.
Tonight rain will not stop very soon.
Not even those drops in eyes, some lines yet to narrate this way may be, in a silent tune.
Tonight promise no more exists.
Not even that life, here belief is parted from words, so is the soul from heart.
Tonight this night is not black.
Not even sights, for last few moments then ready to embrace an unknown color in dark.
Tonight ocean is not sleeping.
Not even eyes, a small effort may be to let the body few more seconds alive.
Tonight poem is not lovely.
Not anymore that heart, who lost all the reasons to pump love to body, time to sleep not for love.
Tonight time for a break
Time to go when life didn't say goodbye, said heart,
had a nice journey, no rest so far.
Tonight dark is not too dark
Far is not too far
Memory says it all,
had really some good time and time to forgot.
Night, goodbye.
--- Fakhrul Aman Foysal.
Few notes before a person's last breath at night.
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