The world stops in June.
The Earth on me never gets fine.
Until, I dropped the line.
I lost in track.
I was deeply wrecked.
I was deeply sliced.
I was paralyzed by June.
Until, I see the light.
My feets starts moving
Until, I can.
I fall, and gradually,
I rise.
I rise.
I rise.
From falling to rising.
From declining to uprising.
My time has come
And I am back!
For I rise.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
