The Regret of Marrying To the World

The day soul sweeps the air, the knock of tears never benefits, all the Enjoyments with red alert and maple of crystal cry which doesn't Benevolent in the morning life expected to surround to sorrow. The time these fingers feel the pain like the weight of Kilimanjaro with Shroud clothe is the only asset, thy body used the best perfumes it smells The air and silent of life is the only option on that day. Drunk with rivers of milk each morning to monster, the multiple want curved The day chew the night with regret and sunken face that of your banks Account unwilling to pay homage despite all the efforts you have been making for it. It appears like rot eggs the sky is angry with you where your loyal friends Used to whisper in your ears no longer willing to drop grain of sand to Close your eyes neither nor give you the chance to chameleons color and to let you visit memory lane together. The time you defused your energies to plant trees that bear bitter fruits Inasmuch as you got the opportunity to opt trees to bear the dates of Success, you sucked it with your imagination, now the scent of food is only for you. The flowers you have planted is your bonus where harvest dangle of seeds Separated from the positive ones where your cage of denial demote you to see lesson. The symbol of success lies to the days you have paved the road for a day Payment received and the time sky flies away where your energy no longer important. Where your throne of power renders empty service the sound of serenity Turns you down the joke of the night manifest; it is indeed true no amount of remorse is fairly sufficient to the fable negligence of duty to the dust of your life.