the tears under the eyes are a river with a neverending supply . it's fueled by pain grief and loss. This rivers can withstand every burning ray and never lose their identity... The pain and anguish the mind looks at us with is written in these drop...
Life is as fragile as an egg Soon it falls and give birth to shards Like a 🌹 rose , youthful and exuberance, the midnight comes and the lose their identity They fall off and they are discarded
With joy our heart leaps and our mind builds the model A gentle reflection of her perfection The hole in my heart is the memories I count . Every one of them as a signature of nature
Written in the very words I told A thief in the night lives in my mind Whispering dreadful gist about my reality Screwing up on the half-dead man I'm left with Half a loaf , I whisper softly into the thin air
That my words will sail across To that one person who sees it all A two weeks of bliss and sheer-jollity As I left larking, wishing I could relive this moment But as we are mere mortals To err is human..
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