What am I? Is it- a bag
Of rotten emotions and
Pigments of unpleasantness?
What makes of me?
Waves of sporadicity relentless
In its tossing and turning.
I am swallowed by these waves-
Crest after trough, trough
after crest. What am I?Why won't anyone tell me?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
From the bottom of my heart
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