Memory of my past
doesn't long last
can't forget that
what I have lost
repenting for memory
always feel sorry
wanna see your frown
though I have grown
your eyes sparking
always seem alarming
your curly hair
makes you rare
your soft hand
with a yellew band
makes you pretty
you made a treaty
you loved mock
I became shocked
The passion is over
you come to me never
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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