UNTITLED
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She is giving ghost to my mind
Heart is crying in the rain of falling bombs
All night words covered me to sleep
And the pillow filled with dried tears
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Everyday I sit and ask myself
How I discover this mess of woe
No April rain on my solitude
Summer in love heart's inside cold
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One day of my life I write a poem
For a love so timid left unsaid
I watched the paper crumbles
As a heart split through reticent
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Now I didn't write a poem
For your blind, but I love you
Moon will never shines at days
But I will be here, present