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Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
"Here you go" They said. "Here is your little bundle of joy" Like all, I had paused and reflected on my past. At that moment, I didn't mean to drown in drunken thoughts. I couldnt help it.
Not many know me Nor do they know my past Naive describes those who know only my top layer But when one comes truely When one comes with respect They will come to love me as I will to them
Just like the stars, we'll dissolve into a thousand ashes Pieces staying behind for all eternity Just like the stars, we hold the light The light for which only shines to seem like a mere second That light is ours