well,I've seen a sky without stars,
still it looked just perfect
And felt a heart hurt by many scars,
why did it feel so imperfect
The countless thoughts like shattered glass,
nevertheless are dreams different
But if its all this grief that I shall pass,
what to aim for,I feel hopeless
Everything does'nt seem as simple,
though thoughts convey so easily,
though from them comes misery
Truely, thoughts are a trickery,
taking you away from where you twinkle,
away from yourself.

By Lite2Read






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