Rebirth of the wildWho would thought someone could be so nuisance?
Who could irritate you in a matter of seconds
Could turn your worst state
A feeble creature I once hateI could feel my reverie cut off
My hands are shaking of so rough
A frustated being hopelessly crying
I dont wanna see my weak and irrational wailingLots of negative comments rumbles in my pretty mind
Wouldn't mind to be minded thus kind
Move on. Move on. It says
Hoping it'd be back again coming to sun raysA sigh of relief only matters
For this thought be ensemble
For this state be uncrumble
For the whole sanity
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Fallen Symphonies [POETRY] ✓
Poesía"Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds." "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost "Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty b...