Biach, you snuffed my star,
Blurred my horizons,
Broke my mettle...
Biach, you placed junk
ln my Fortune's Tray
To dim my prospects...
Biach, l've renewed my will.
How hope lights life
ln radiant rays!
Biach, my mind is made!
Wisdom expedites my resolve:
To betray the sting of trials.
Biach, l've lost heart.
Take your memories with you
lnto the abyss of oblivion!
Biach, let me keep company
With Peace and Joy
Till Grim Reaper's call.
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let me keep company with peace, thanks. please read my poems..