I stare at the photo
As it turned into ashes
Yes, I burned it to make new one
Yet left me ashes that follows me
Till the end of time
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Just The Randomness of an Insomiac |Poetry|
Rastgele"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let h...
