Goodness is seen in the eyes of a child,
the sky whispers rain and the wind sings a lullaby.
Time flies by and now,
the voices only vacillate,
the lullaby brings naught but heartbreaks.
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PoetryWhere there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumenta...
