4th of February 2010
Under the infinite sky of desperation,
Where my world, is under devastation,
All that awaits me is a hell sorrow,
No matter where, winds of despair may blow.
Everything has clouded my conscience
Whatever left, is dearth of confidence.
A leaf has fallen,
A resemblance, to hope’s abatement.
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True love
Nor I have rights to pursue
Nor the days would come true
For I am good for nothing,
For I am a not an ideal mate, instead a weakling.
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