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Nov 2014
To be broken of fleeting bliss,
If you heart's demand is unclear,
When your eyes are filled with mist,
What hands will hurt and what hands will bear,

As everyone's heart will be shifted
Our tears that wipe our view unto reality
It is the droplets of water that is true and vivid
And it is that, that declines the fallacy

'Til you lean unto another's arm
Let your window be hazy and confound
Embrace the wind's mild harm
Shedding those tears is what makes us unbound

Because when we stumble into a puddle of dreams
We see below whatever dread and lie
Of the continuous glum of streams
'Til then I will let you cry
-work in progress-
For the hasty menma.
Lambert Mark Mj
Written by
Lambert Mark Mj  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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