The tickling of residing pain
With a blend sweet and bitter
Forms an unbreakable chain
To enslave soul's lively glitter
The hope finds swift feathers
Goes to the unknown heights
Thoughts start with the clatters
The eyes have struggling fights
Rubbles of joy stumble and role
In the blinding dust of memories
Heart stays in the pitch dark hole
With all of the long lasted glories
The salty vast lake of hidden tears
Bears a mute, silent, furious storm
The broken boat on harbor cheers
Through the spiny paths of norms
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