ANGEL'S POETRY

Muse; sonnet

Muse; sonnet
puzzle pieces, counting numbers of dice,
disappearing on earth, thine existence.
lost count, of the impactful move I sighed;
all these desires, erase thy memories.

whispering words, to end this life tonight,
but thou holds thy rough hand, said he got me,
little thoughts of him, the sadness subsides:
magnetic force of thou will allures me.

run a thousand miles, just to see his smile,
easily get tired, but never delay,
he's my divine, he saved, thy many times,
thus far keep me sane.Is he wants to stay?

yet, he only staring at my eyes,
pull thine arms,is a sign with warm embrace.

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