Scorching rays of the sun made me tired.
Kindless words of men me worried.
Everything seems to hurt.
Nothing was close to heart.
Character I played was a tragedy.
Spectators found it as a comedy.
Fact was something hidden.
Matter was simply forbidden.
I heard a sweet sound,
but it was my heart's bound.
Longing for a miracle,
which is not mere an oracle.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
Scorching rays of the sun made me tired.
Kindless words of men me worried.
Everything seems to hurt.
Nothing was close to heart.
Character I played was a tragedy.
Spectators found it as a comedy.
Fact was something hidden.
Matter was simply forbidden.
I heard a sweet sound,
but it was my heart's bound.
Longing for a miracle,
which is not mere an oracle.
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