Regrets
Like the wind blowing my face
I fall to see the instant of my last days,
And in my vision time enhances
shells embedded in my past mace!
I want to have a long last minute of fall
But why do I long, cry, and mold
Distant points unloved, untold?
The only plot I tried to avoid ?
Life is one thing we share and have
With dreams as compass guidance to the way
Crossing the seas and it's disturbance,
Where we shine and fight the days,
To avoid an end in far accordance
With feelings of regrets, and a complaint to say.
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