A fantasy poet, love to write more about my sentiments and my environment
I smiled trying, when love came crying,
In a pool of tears I tried finding,
Where the mud I fell in I tried washing,
Soaked still in the thoughts of past dirt,
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Our thoughts are lame as we drink our future in wine
Whiles we walk on our dreams blindfolded,
Straight down the gutters like swine
And leaving our fats of worries unsolved,
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Tears running on the floor,
With the tap pressure, it keeps filling the bucket,
So heavy and cloudy it will rain,
As it drizzled to rain out our pain,
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Close your eyes let draw smile,
Life is now tasting a bitter bile,
A piled up of our trouble we left by,
A train journey we will take for a while,
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When women carries their pan
In joy of the welcoming boat,
And the songs from shore calling a market,
The little murmurings of our folks
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