I had lived with an omissions of
paralysed pain.
My ways had borrowed a pool of tears.
Ambitions flew upon the sky,
I was lost the lives of ways.
The aquaints had not,
They had barren my green leaves;
I had become an burnt forest.
My opulence had decorated with
Dashed melodies,
I had feared by time and sound.
There had an accusation for
An unfaithful attention.
All was powerful at this
Marvellous branch of bad health.
I had opened cruel face
To spoil the hatred of others.
That was very difficult and
Could not transmit into
Enthusiastic open air and into
The soft corner.
I was beyond the reach
From time to time,
And also from side to side
A glorious open air was
Punished.
Trusted by a poisonous
Instructions.
Observes was destroyed by a
Fearsome creatives
And disturbed by a bad tempered
Blasphemies.
I had turned into stone.
A dissimilar functions of my life