Seldom did I hide in him
Yet what I searched for was love
Seldom did I fall for him
Yet, what I was searching is warmth
But sorry! It was all my fault being so lean
But what I was searching was only a song
A song to love
For my life to dance
Sorry, for when breaks the pot
Of hope and love
It ends all spots
Of a meaningful search.
It ends all melodies
That spur in heart
It holds all chords
That in the eyes dance
It ends all gnawing
On the meaning of meaningless...
It ends all words that should had been told
It ends all what is left of hope...
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