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Friend-ship sinks
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way..
I never leave a stone unturn,
I preserve our days,healed the worn.
I stood next to you even when you pick the err .
Every chain that held us fell off.
Mute pictures of us remain,that can't relate.
love was the purse we picked our joy.
That beauty of space now in lost my eyes.
Minds can't foam our togetherness.
The price of the choice you pay,
that pave the way to more diamonds.
Anguish is thy sight with no pleasure.
Winds of insincerity dispersed the first fruit.
Silence is now the soul's solace.
Code of our cord broken into pieces
Faces that dish pain and yield gains,
now launch sorrow
Perfect peace can't be borrow
Happiness now flow in a narrow.
The broken glass of the yoke ,
can't make a Crate.
© Isaac Asalewon Aglum
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way..
I never leave a stone unturn,
I preserve our days,healed the worn.
I stood next to you even when you pick the err .
Every chain that held us fell off.
Mute pictures of us remain,that can't relate.
love was the purse we picked our joy.
That beauty of space now in lost my eyes.
Minds can't foam our togetherness.
The price of the choice you pay,
that pave the way to more diamonds.
Anguish is thy sight with no pleasure.
Winds of insincerity dispersed the first fruit.
Silence is now the soul's solace.
Code of our cord broken into pieces
Faces that dish pain and yield gains,
now launch sorrow
Perfect peace can't be borrow
Happiness now flow in a narrow.
The broken glass of the yoke ,
can't make a Crate.
© Isaac Asalewon Aglum
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