One eye is closed
Still working on it
World is screaming
Thought you are here
Hands are in sweat
This is a habit of hold
Only the other are bad
Your souls have dusts
From the water
To the lands
We follow each other
Now a days why people are sad
Ideas are the deal
Passions are feeling less
Full of success
But still there are less express
Where are the point
We need peaceful heal
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Lost Poet (#watty2016)
PuisiThis book is a poetry book of a lost person who think and imagine .. love ,pain,life,fear,tears etc
