OH God…
Our lamps are Pale..
And the paths are dark..!
,
Our sadness are heavy..
But.. the wings are small!
,
We are thirsty for joy
But the sorrow is bitter..!
,
This forest in our hearts..
Grow and grow up..
,
And.. death.. death
Walking around..
Where ever he wants..! !
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