I am into too much depression i don't know this thing is killing me inside i tend to wake up from sleep and open my laptop to see for some answers desperately.
Soft is her voice when she calls,
On her path, heaven's eye falls,
In love with the sweetness of gold,
I fall helpless to believe what she told,
Her face I see in my desolate dreams,
And yet she disregards my existence it seems,
That even when sparrows sing for trees,
Their magic can never beat her wondrous breeze,
What can I ever call her kind?
Such a treasure takes a life time to find,
Perhaps as beauty names the buds of may,
I sit to rhyme her name today
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