In this abyss, your sky,
Floating in silent compromise,
Those horrible, cold wet eyes,
Never showed you
Where no one is as good as that
How long have you been holding hands?
How long and wrong exhausting afternoon
Wet eyes did not show you.
That kabekar violin sounds,
No one elseh seen the wave that has been pressing on the soul for so long.
Never arrogant, disobedient backsliding
I don't know what's going on in this abyss,
Still in exile, basar decorated
Holding his chest in his love.
Ghune eats in the clouds
When the heart becomes black
Alone alone
It's raining for no reason.
Even today,
Let's go in surprise,
The color of the lantern painted black and white,
Black clouds
Burnt ash is still the same today
Surprisingly, the whole eye is still decorated.
This evening, in the two-eyed sea,
Floating in the ribs of the chest,
I have hidden the surprise
I didn't show you wet eyes.
About the Creator
FaCade
A captivating individual with a zest for life that's simply contagious. With a dash of wit and a sprinkle of charm, they navigate the world with an insatiable curiosity and a knack for finding joy in the everyday.
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