One by one
Line by line
New colours, new scents, every time
Born to die
Came to live
Maybe it's a new thing, I'll get used to it.
Came across a broken tree
Felt like it was alive
I let my body float like a ray of light
Felling like hate
But I'm sure it's a disease
Which I'm approving, on the behalf of my fate
I slip into the dark
To find the missing light
Guess that's a thing I can never prove in life
‘Give up ‘ no
‘ keep struggling' no
Just waiting for the sun to show up on its own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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