I had an umbrella...
Still, I never put it on...
neither I turned any song...
All I needed was myself...
Out of this false realm...
I looked over the sky...
He told me, ''I never cry..''
Those drops of beauty on my eyes...
Made me say ''No'' to my strives...
Looked straight, I was wandering to...
To a road of sideways of flowers...
But I always wished to climb those towers...
I promised myself to be mine...
Away from those imaginary planets of nine..
Reality, everybody hurts sometime...
Everybody hurts someday, but same...
That's not the way, I looked at my feet...
How much did I walk on those streets...
I owe myself, now I can't wait...
May be, I accept that's my fate...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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