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Jul 2017 · 193
The Beautiful Days
Jouri Jul 2017
The Beautiful Days
Last only a few seconds
The Beautiful Days
Never come back
The taste of love has changed
Joy is too short
The biggest moment of love and affection is too short
The sweet became bitter
And the pain is repeated
We hurt and our mistakes are being repeated
We say goodbye to the ones we love
We lose what’s in our hands
The one that forgot us is living in us
And we betray those who want us
We betray them
We’re not friends in bad times
We’re not close to each other when we’re in tears
Everybody is gone in your misery, your joy, your bitter times, your fire and your pain
The link to affection is broken
The taste of cruelty is aging us
The moment of truth and goodness became shameful
We fake the meaning of love
We bust the voice of reason
Who killed the life in our souls?
We’re being fair to those who hurt us
We’re being fair
Life goes on and turns around
It contains sailing ships
Some in lost ships, while the others are in difficult ones
People with great pain
And people with long far roads
People with tears, whenever their tears are dried…
The tears begin again
In the deepest moment of misery and pain
We give up on each other
This is our story and our events
This our story of you and me
Jul 2017 · 174
Memories
Jouri Jul 2017
Memories and beautiful days. Stories no more like thousand nights!

I have seen life and I tasted love. I tasted years of heart suffering!

It is written on me to heal wounds. To heal people so I can find comfort!

I roamed in countries, countries, countries. I haven’t found lovers, haven’t found
Lovers!

It is written on me to say songs, and my eyes would be with the night’s stars!

I would send messages (letters) and I would receive messages (letters) and the heart gets melted, the heart gets melted!

Years passed us by and the tears hurt our eyes!

After I lived for years as a traveler, it must for my heart to rest one day!
I don't think I miss things. I think to miss something is to hope that it will come back, but it's not coming back.

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