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Jul 2018
I wrote and wrote, to no avail, in the end
The message just, doesn’t reach, my friend!
So I read it to myself, and I just wonder,
Is it so impossible? Or, is it a blunder?

A blunder, with a princess, to have a bond.
When you’re but, just a frog from the pond.
You could travel in space, across the galaxies
Cross mountains or dive to the deepest seas,
Undeterred, no matter, how much you please.
But some things remain unmoved, where it is.

In between the sour and the sweetness of life,
And in between life’s dedication, toils and strife,
Dejected and feeling torn, I have decided to lose,
The only person, in my life, that I chose to choose.

If only we lived, but, in a world of fairy tale
Surrounded by fairies, angels and magic spell
Where all dreams could be, dreamt and achieved
Together in love, happy, contented and relieved.

Copyright © PS
Love dwells only witt the class.
Passang Sherpa
Written by
Passang Sherpa  50/M/Bhutan
(50/M/Bhutan)   
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