if ever, i jump in the furnished of fire, laughter
may burst my sympathy, and my anger may leads
me to annihilation, leaving my cool head to float,
that end is not a surrender
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'laughter echo my pain, letting the plain of blooming flowers flame the dawning meadows of a faded hope to survive'... well said...i liked the imagery you create in these lines...poignant write...10
Aww...wonderful composition. Each verse is special in this write. Lovely ending.