Even So,

Even so,

There are smiles and tears.

Losing its form sometimes,

Whether in the storm of hope or the tide of dreams

The intact remains intact

Distorted forms of depression,

Ever since the sea Crying.

to touch the sky,

And faint memories arise

In the cold touch of tears…

Every wave of my naked heart

How golden are the memories of dreams

The irony is this

All around my thick poison…

Excruciating pain and other pains

Gets up

Devoted at what time


The voice of madness so tender as to bleed….


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