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Musings of a cacophony

Silence that pervades the test,
And dreams that were made but put to rest.
Its a dull night,
Not even a beggar's sight.
Its only the blades that are making the run,
Its just the fan, the clock being the other one.
Its the night that tasted many a water,
That shared too many whispers on the platter,
Just as today, just as now,
But unlike yesterday and how!
Not a musing of past that reverberates,
Not a person that was dear and that mates,
Yet novelty must remain new,
Like on a blade of grass with only a speck of dew.
Its no use getting used to the night,
For it will do nothing but leave a harsh sight.
Let the zeal for life be tested,
Let the silence be not wasted.