If I were with my dreams now,
The true satisfaction of love was there.
I am sure I was in the wrong time at the wrong place.
And the only thing that is right;
that I can write.
The moment I cannot write,
is the moment my breath ends.
I think at the window of spring.
Isn't it painful that what makes me happy does not breathe?
Isn't it ironic that everything in the living world breathes?
While there is so much grandeur around me,
To experience the irony again,
is it fair?
People should change,
People should see,
People should feel.
13.05.2022 - 13:02
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