Silent Hill
Winding still
Green and young it can be.
Endless roads
Merging souls
Take me home vowed she.
Free as birds
No one third
Heart on a resting heart.
Scarlet skies
Yearning eyes
Wild never do them apart.
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Gaurav Chakrabarti 