Jilted lover i am only responsible for keeping flying this bird
regardless of economic nightmares
i am only responsible for the future
I know there was no love lost, i know i have loved and cupid gave me more arrows
And valleys and cristal rivers
And hunger superior to satisfaction
This empire of love
I should send my herald forth
this passion that craves logic to flourish
Like a bud of honeysuckle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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