No, not at all. I miss those days badly. Those happy memories will never allow me to be happy in my life. The poem left the sky without any valid reason. The sky was raining as it was crying. Still, I was waiting to walk together again. And, then? Yes, I chose a different path on my shameful arrogance and obstinacy, but it was not all my fault. I was abandoned in the middle of the path.
I know no more poem is directed to the sky, and I regret with all my tears, I wish the roads would merge again. But it was never meant to be merged.
The sky is now null and void without the four-line poem.
So let it be written, let it be done,
A chapter of life, under the same sun.
In regret and longing, we etch our lore,
For even the sky, feels the poem, evermore.
No, not at all. I miss those days badly. Those happy memories will never allow me to be happy in my life. The poem left the sky without any valid reason. The sky was raining as it was crying. Still, I was waiting to walk together again. And, then? Yes, I chose a different path on my shameful arrogance and obstinacy, but it was not all my fault. I was abandoned in the middle of the path.
I know no more poem is directed to the sky, and I regret with all my tears, I wish the roads would merge again. But it was never meant to be merged.
The sky is now null and void without the four-line poem.
So let it be written, let it be done,
A chapter of life, under the same sun.
In regret and longing, we etch our lore,
For even the sky, feels the poem, evermore.
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