A Lightning Scorns
If pure love reciprocates
Me the oblivion and worse
Couldn’t make it and if so
To thee are my words and glances
What if someone touches upon that ones
A lightening scorns….hııhh??
Been the reasons of the me-being
But a gun shot is to come to an end
Things bended, people surrendered,
But the winter is splendid
Someone will born from a varied presence
Not to bear thine treasure
Obstinacy of the flow of the lifelike
Maybe hinder thee somewhere dark
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