• nainajani 6w

    I outlasted all my precious desires,
    And my dreams have faced,
    The test of time shattering at the cold,
    Merciless feet of circumstances.
    My grief offers a teary gleam,
    In my ever yearning tired eyes,
    My warm breath holds storms,
    A constant dispensation,
    Living a life of desolation,
    I wander ceaselessly in the dark
    Gloomy chilly tardy valleys of heartbreak,
    Like a crimson autumn leaf which unites,
    With the earth yet is pushed by the wind of time,
    The leaf which has outlasted its season,
    Yet still trembles in its own mother's lap,
    For it remains unknown where to go?
    Or what it should do when the cold winter,
    Still blows a mournful whistle on its grave in grief.



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    Desire

    I outlasted all my precious desires,
    And my dreams have faced,
    The test of time shattering at the cold,
    Merciless feet of circumstances.
    My grief offers a teary gleam,
    In my ever yearning tired eyes,
    My warm breath holds storms,
    A constant dispensation.


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