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He always used to be seen, heard, understood
Restricted ways to escape the withering vulnerability.
Whatever the wind brings, he shall as all times
Cover himself with serene morality
Devoured by self-pity, he must not surrender
Ignoring all circumstances and happenings,
He shall find a way back to his beloved
Rather not forget his roots, for they make him proud.
I who have never seen him weak,
Forgot that he remained human afterall
Thirsty for expressions, I fail to say
How pure, how guilt-free his heart is.
It's too late to try to fix a love story when you are the one who didn't give it much attention...
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on June 16, 2015
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