With ties of love
Both autumn and spring rains.
Just like billions of smoke.
My thoughts fade away.
She said my sun will turned into darkness
my moon into blood.
What misery is mine?
She said I am like one who gather summer fruit at glen of thorns.
Treasure of darkness
The kamel of truth.
I told her this nature is my home
The marvel of life and it's abundant is mine.
I will allow you to kiss me for the sake of clarity of truth.
A call of originality is born out of repentance.
Still bothers me why brother forget their brothers in time of need.
Who's fault is that?
I helped you or didn't know you will betray me.
thank you
love
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