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Eyes sore can’t even hide at early dawn People will try to read what happened last night Those seconds, minutes and few hours when I am alone Time when I tried to pull the string of my owned kite The waterfall unleashed within my eyes As I travelled to a higher ground When I saw what really on beyond lies The meaning of this life indeed abound At most, I pitied myself My waterfalls were for my owned flaws But not last night, when I saw what really laid on others’ shelf I was hurt by a sharp blade of selflessness claws People will look at me twice or thrice They’ll try to read what my two stars on the face write In fact, today I have sorry eyes But ‘twas the worthiest waterfall last night
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
The Waterfall
Eyes sore can’t even hide at early dawn People will try to read what happened last night Those seconds, minutes and few hours when I am alone Time when I tried to pull the string of my owned kite The waterfall unleashed within my eyes As I travelled to a higher ground When I saw what really on beyond lies The meaning of this life indeed abound At most, I pitied myself My waterfalls were for my owned flaws But not last night, when I saw what really laid on others’ shelf I was hurt by a sharp blade of selflessness claws People will look at me twice or thrice They’ll try to read what my two stars on the face write In fact, today I have sorry eyes But ‘twas the worthiest waterfall last night
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
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