I wish I can live each minute twice
I believe darken leaves of regrets
Bloosm into hibiscus born of tears
Whilst my tears have sung a regular rain
Half my years adorn a juggler game
As my neck stretch its sea for sight
From where comes your ship for night?
I sleep not north of evil
But of joy gifted eastern wings
That has found no rest
In the winds of life
and wimps of childhood dreams


Even if a man's life owes you
Take not his joy
Like God took my
Youth

©Devlishginger

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