Classical Ballets, Dancings In The Storms,
I know now why these moments
standcovers for all our desire,
I know now comparisons are
meaningful for your life than before,
How your have more sense,
than yesterday or those lives
before,
There no sense of crying,
for spilt milk,
your ancestor's,
Because this mighty Earth
won't let you regret
the past
their lives
and their funerals,
Today stands
as this very stranded,
broken dreams,
as comparison,
There's no equals
today to start again
Your friendships
with stars
and gods,
Despite of the old wounds,
youcarry all significance,
insights,
as life's restorations,
The healings start,
let the sleeping
logs of failures,
sjeep in your old diaries,
and your arm's,
dissociation,
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