The galosh already comes to thirst,
Out of sudden he approaches first,
While the wind blow the ashes,
What's more vestiges the great smashes.
There will comes the better future,
Clearly I will show you the nurture,
Even though it used to be fracture,
It edifies us to be more mature.
I note down this as an advice,
Everything happens has it owns price,
Don’t swivel too much dice,
It’s because you might end all the lies.
Don’t you think our love life is tragic?
It happens more than catastrophic,
Hitherto I keep searching the logic,
But yet still I’m waiting for the magic.
Nothing will change your mind,
Albeit I try to turn back time,
The only thing left for me is to mime,
The wound hurt like you squeeze the lime.
Every day the strong wind blow,
I keep running this down low,
I will never to put it as a No,
Because I trust my heart who say so.
-Me-
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