Lost sight.

Hand got closer

Down in the lane,

Lights were glow

With my eyes in pain.

Nothing more beautiful,

None more lively.

Still under weather,

Of mine own brutality.

Hopes and highs are all about lies,

But still love in sight.

We walk with our head high,

And love as a prayer of one’s might.

I hope it ends,

All this trends to walk the line.

Come oh death,

O sweet love of mine.

Its time to rest,

And leave behind the blinds.


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