IT was with untimely fashion
disaster found it’s way–
my hiding to no avail
it held my hand tightly
I –no choice — followed
Rain falls, sun shines…
the moon glows —
and human hearts
…shatter
:::::
IT was with untimely fashion
disaster found it’s way–
my hiding to no avail
it held my hand tightly
I –no choice — followed
Rain falls, sun shines…
the moon glows —
and human hearts
…shatter
:::::
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