O green leaf at my window,
You watched me all these nights in the dark,
You watched me all those days,
You witnessed everything that has happened.
Could ye tell would I regret it?
Could ye tell was it right a moment ago?
Or was it now?
The vulnerabilities, the politics, the people,
The own one's and that everything?
What's right, what's wrong?
You know the past, you know the present,
So tell me what's there to come?
Using those ones against me?
O Green Leaf, please speak for ones.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
