The cherry trees will never blossom again,
The blind side of loving deeply will never
Lighten up any roadtrip...
The dark coloured of oceans will never see the light,
Due to the agonized faces of the past,
The leaves will never see the sun,
Yet, the hearts will always beat in the same rhythm...
The pink roses will never face with the fate
In which the distinct shapes of holy spirits will
Never intersect with the evil gardens
Of the ignorant plane trees...
Yet, the clean waves will keep the burning ashes
Of the foresaken dreams of hallucinating
The repetitive words of passionate moments
Of the touchy frosts that lead to unbearable despair...
Life goes on in every SHITY situation...
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