You are like a beautiful flower,
in a garden filled with thorns,
singing,
dancing,
in a room where sadness is the main theme,
you know things are not good lately,
and you always do things wonderfully and precisely,
and I wonder why are you still here,
in a room filled with strangers and never ending wars.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2024 08:38
- Category: Reflection
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