open my book collection
who has a dusty
about the past
which is now eroded by time ..
suppose that time
no black scratch touch
maybe now we'll blend
continue to run despite the dark gray sky ..
I asked the imagination .. :
"What is it me or is destiny
wrong time?
sky just silence .. "
whenever I try to fly
I fell and lost often
without wings I feel small & Nothing ..
the more I try to forget you
the more I am helpless to undergo all
always haunt your face in every dream I
beauty is always forcing me to remember the memories ..
This night I pray, asking guidance
from all the waiting and the winding road,
I have emptiness journal content with silence
where solitude screamed loudly
in the eternal loneliness .. ...
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v-it "pathetic"
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