It's magenta night ,
The monolith strikingly right ,
Behold towards the fo'c's'le ,
It's shine like a pastel .
Everyday they'll say it's passé ;
When human lay up their heart and enjoy a latte .
A prince in odyssey ;
Ready to barge the sea ,
While a prince in pavilion ;
Must deals with his own vision .
Even there's love and hate ,
Either gratification nor regret ,
It's still a fate ;
That we can't eliminate .
But those who believe in God ;
Always connect their soul with efforts ,
And it's still a fate ;
But now it's sweet like a charlotte .
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Euphoria
PoetryTrue love never dies . | Warning : Broken grammar detected | It's not the end . But when it comes to the reality , its must end . Nailed it : 10 March 2018 ; 1812 ; MS .
