They see it as drinking water,
Unaware of it’s value in life..
They squander it like a cheap commodity,
And actually it’s like a expensive basis..
Like a ball in the field they play with,
However,it’s a pillar that holds the house together..
With kisses and hugs they live it,
And with messages and stares they miss it..
Then the covering of their eyes that they put on will fly away,
To show them what they ignored..
How the water flow stops,
And how the precious one rises..
How the ball loses,
And how simplicity is nothing but a gain..
-Love-
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★Jupiter From Afar★
PoetrySome things are not destined to reach their owner.. To remain stuck in one's soul like a slow-killing poison.. In order to save themselves,they must free them.. And here,we witness the tip of the pens from a story whose favorite place was "distances...
