Resonate with vein, the vineyard are fully shaped without feeling pain. When will It be our turn to line back In Its shape. Where Its In past, Its again fully shade.
On the set of view, theres us too, but nonetheless In this moment I'm placed N solo. Ranking the way up to see you, but I'm stuck here, waiting for you.
I hear one symphaty of grace, Its one solitude who fell from sage. I guess I'm now againts the pain, but some of It still seeks, and craves for one emotion, and Is to feel In chain.
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"Sure Thing" (Poem)
PoetryIts a one written poem, who forms an admirable touch to someone you like or love.
