Passed decades through the
Bridge of days.
It was remembered,
From the depth of my heart…
That was the century,
Which was said harmonies
Of the life.
Living here today,
As a sheadon leaves.
Today boiled, my happiness,
And break my smiles…
My tittle-tattles have been mistaken.
I am saying right now,
Those days were oasis.
My childhood had to say
Some stories about you…
But it was burned
By the burning chain.
Today I am in the young.
Catched prohobitions
To live here.
Repeated my words once again
About where I lived on the oasis.
Today it is a scattered foot path.
That, burned some one,
For defending upon you…
Those days were oasis
Among the small sides…
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Fantastic writing in oasis, nice one.