The hand waves at the corner of the road, To farewell the unfamiliar bus row, Somehow everything got burnt to ashes...
She feels heavy inside the chest, Gets the touch of stone, All she has is memories, Thoughts are whimsical, self-contained dust, Live feeding some messy days...
Today, however, she stays, Letting the feelings crush, Keeping her eyes closed, Trying to find the lost Song...
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Pushing the crowd of yellows, The tram line drops down, Checking the price of the book, with the eyes all loaded with tears...
Let her words be heard As soon as you raise your hand The poetry will come alive She will lose her way in the storm She will look for you in the song She wishes you all the well ..
Today, however, she stays, Letting the feelings crush, Keeping her eyes closed, Trying to find the lost Song...
