Why does everything sound lame,
Distorted and so fake?
Why did words became meaningless,
Together with sentences and lines?
And where did melody go,
The one sung every day?
That warm feeling full of joy
Melted and ain't coming back.
NOTE: translation of my own poem. From LT to ENG.
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