woe
gentle as death's approach,
Silent as the flowing river undercurrents
the danger reckons my shattered soul
To lose my life
To live in a grave i call my world
with silver walls, diamond floors
Prison
Blanketing my worried mind
with more unthought of by another mortal
To exist in the quadrangle of misey
Parting
Our's , her and me,
Seperate ways, for me a lone road
Her's I do not know
Missing her
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