In the night where most
of their eyes close
each few of them
are still awake wondering,
but never dreaming
while awake.
In a night to whom it is thinking,
" Should a bond that tie should be
tight or should suppose to be an untie whim of obfuscate though, while it laugh how funny could it be to knew a fragile heart began to set loose,
'just try not to break a twig' "
Reckon to speak,
"Who knows how unpredictable a foggy bridge is when crossing the line and who knows what awaits on a blurry path where only joy or tears awaits on a bottled pile up sentiment that are perhaps filled with memories."
Epiphany on bed, and says,
"Now now close these eyes that it may never ask and could ever think, let it rest, there are still more nights to come. And more nights to think as it woe."
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"La Petit"
PoetrySuprisingly minor in sentiment. Where chiefly Men (human in general) will never understood pathos in these poem. It was written for the fact that these feelings should remain bury where no one can comprehend the rhetorical rhasody of sadness.
