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Fragile
The day i lost the most fragile string on my guitar
I knew i was gonna lose, in my heart
But i kept moving forward thinking i won't cope
Because i didn't wanna lose in fear just for looking through the telescope
And there i see, the melancholy waves
Like beauty that drowns talents with it was he,
Sharp as a knife, unique as a snowflake,
Pure as a true love's kiss was he
Was he my plea or my plague?
Fallen was he to save me on his knees
Just nineteen tulips on his reincarnated wake
Just seventeen lilies on this pedestal of waking trees
There was he lingering through air like the essence of lavender
Came to this wanderer wandering in, with words of silence causing hurt
Piercing through the pages is the wanderer wondering wonder
And affection was the wave that came to surrender
The art of alchemy to stitch back the fragile torn pieces of a jocker
Copyright ©
Ken Suwan
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