Growing in the sorrow of adventure
Supervised by the world changes;
Born by two and raised by one
From the equation of a solution
A new life was given to the world.
By Grace its brought to the earth
Though its survival is by mercy,
It had no choice in being born
But now has a chance to live:
In segregation and abandonment
Everything looks to her despite their
Weight or measure or length
The herein she is, to buildup light in it.
The pair torn apart by the tales of time
And the single lover carries on the luggage
One who cant give up the fight of
Her very pain and own intimate blood.
Her choices standstill to sacrifice her happiness
To water the seedling to germinate,
Born easily to the earth of witches who
Who cant tell ones fortune
Or what tomorrow holds,
But only gamble about a daily bite.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
Growing in the sorrow of adventure
Supervised by the world changes;
Born by two and raised by one
From the equation of a solution
A new life was given to the world.
By Grace its brought to the earth
Though its survival is by mercy,
It had no choice in being born
But now has a chance to live:
In segregation and abandonment
Everything looks to her despite their
Weight or measure or length
The herein she is, to buildup light in it.
The pair torn apart by the tales of time
And the single lover carries on the luggage
One who cant give up the fight of
Her very pain and own intimate blood.
Her choices standstill to sacrifice her happiness
To water the seedling to germinate,
Born easily to the earth of witches who
Who cant tell ones fortune
Or what tomorrow holds,
But only gamble about a daily bite.
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