FORLORN


The green pastures fades before my eyes

My life seeming not worthy to be foretold

The tides open my wounds

The sun scorches my skin

As i strode along the steamy beach

Tears swimming through my cheeks

Her streaks caressing my lips with sympathy

I am a story behind a story

My steps a cradle to the grave

Forlorn thoughts burrows

I am a child again

But a wasted one

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