How fair is it to deprive the world of its wildest flower?
I just don’t know! How should I? I may be wrong!
A flower that retains the dew of dawn, a symbol of youth and springtide
The fountain from where the vivid colors rise
Now the last ship has sailed, seeking the meridian of hope,
I heard that hope is the last thing that dies when everything seems lost,
But unfortunately it dies, leaving us numb- oh try to show sympathy!
Through smoke appeared her sparkling eyes
I tried to envision the beauty…
But my dreams are caged in an amber crust
How could I endure to inhale her light?
Oh! Lord please give me strength!
As an image divine sprang forth from the moon,
A dim light surrounded her and I fought hard nay to stare…
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
How fair is it to deprive the world of its wildest flower?
I just don’t know! How should I? I may be wrong!
A flower that retains the dew of dawn, a symbol of youth and springtide
The fountain from where the vivid colors rise
Now the last ship has sailed, seeking the meridian of hope,
I heard that hope is the last thing that dies when everything seems lost,
But unfortunately it dies, leaving us numb- oh try to show sympathy!
Through smoke appeared her sparkling eyes
I tried to envision the beauty…
But my dreams are caged in an amber crust
How could I endure to inhale her light?
Oh! Lord please give me strength!
As an image divine sprang forth from the moon,
A dim light surrounded her and I fought hard nay to stare…
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