Times passing, myself rained,
Hands in hand, my eyes are closed,
My heart is bursting,
Tears are scorched,
And, the smoke is life.
Intense thoughts of intrigue in me,
Mentally prepared, to be poached,
Long may be separations,
But I hope,
She to be home.
Insecurity howling me,
And brick is foam,
My own hounds me,
A troublesome bay,
Is created by thee.
Tears in eyes, I hope to be,
One day at top,
Though many times,
Haft I lost,
But it doesn’t kill my in.
Still burning a hope inside me,
I know I’ll have it,
However tough may be goal,
In her attribes and causal,
Will drive me to ace.
Good are my thoughts,
May be in my eyes,
I have to do,
Love should not turn off,
And may not the separations be long.
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