Night-out Reprised...

#Simply Gifted (Memories)

#Boxes

The far the eye catches the view of sky,

Welded to roads with no joint.

Silent path with soundless footsteps.

The five of us, fingers of the same hand,

Working on a task.

Everyone else around us were engrossed in their dream with all their concentration.

Hidden from the anger of sun in clam and serene night.

This night departed forever,

Then lost in the stack of memories.

The shortest night with dreams floats in open eyes.

Few in their fantasies,

unaware of our ludic world.

Dreams of never ending the night, with friendship lasting with each one's last breath.

Our work was within four walls but when we stepped out with an empty mind on empty streets jewelled with streetlights.

It was a game with two phases and a door in between.

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