THE TRUTH OR MYTH
the own pain felt very low, whenever seen
the surround, nobody is perfect; all
the twist of destiny, just now
there were clouds, blink
of an eye the sky
is clear,
the
affection couldn't tie the vagabondage,
it's ad vitam nomadic character,
nobody can chain, escapes
whenever get chance,
no boundary, sky
or earth,
even ocean can't stop its floating, the -
mind of eye is fickle just flows
toward the slope, difficult
to create the mound,
it wanders day
and night,
your
love everlasting, I don't know, how much
that's truth, or myth - -
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