Category : Poems

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Ocean is still deep
And sky is so high,
My eyes are still blue
And soul is dry


It's a trap of love
And I'm stuck,
Stuck and hurt;
Injured or fragile,
Blend with this mess of time
But, thanks to those gardens of thorns
Still have hope for bravery and life 


Waiting for,
What come next!
After, watching bad days 
becomes worst


They see that rough face 
 Is still Calm and pure
That grace of beautifull smile,
Natural but wild
Since,they don't know about 
her weeping nights