In black and white I desperately write
Weeping but worse still to come faster
Penniless is shame at once leave the sight
You were flatting out as you were their master
Even stars one day put off and we see them sank
The appetite you had for such life like
Plight and looking for any rend of any rank
Sometimes rapture later sorrow maybe coherent like
Day-by-day all zealous and eager to stay
Life can not be in a book or terse or unabridged a in book
Most meditate but not holding perfectly their way
The melancholic of it’s motto as she rapidly hook
Hopes, aspiration and endeavourers in life a we see
Not all some chill and in hand a cup of green tea
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