Toska

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Toska: a dull ache of soul, a spiritual anguish
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some days, a distinct escape
from hurling emotions of within

Some days, a broken heart
from reality of world serein

some days, a failed girl
from expectations of her own

she knows, she can never be perfect

some days, an act like mirror
of smiles on surface

some days, an ideal paradise
of rainbows and unicorn

some days, an eager wanderer
of cobblestone path and olive green street lamps

she knows, she can never achieve that

some days, a lonely tree
with nobody to cherish her

some days, a new day
with cruel sun behind diaphanous curtain

some days, an endless waterfall
with satin pillows and dark night

she knows, she can never be worth it

for some days are some

a weed standing aside willow tree

twinkling eyes with star's tears

embellishing some period of time

for one day will arrive

a golden ball behind hill

abundant of natural flaws

'cause one day is all left to hold on now

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