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Submitted:Apr 27, 2008    Reads: 245    Comments: 20    Likes: 14   



By Wikhaiinn


Every sound that comes into play
Heals melancholy with no delay
It keeps me awake in the dead of night
Hugs me tight with the lesson of delight


Careless I am,
Not thinking of any effect.
Clumsy I was.
Not aware to die,
Lenient is my heart
Filled by regret;
Child is my mind
Unknown of any surprise,
But the thrill is only me
Growing in your eyes


Weak is what they call me,
Untrusted and undesired;
No home was set for me,
Unless the only place where my heart goes…
They give me a feeling of guilty thinking,
Afraid of learning ability
And freezing fire;
So I keep the pain
And carry my burden,
Lenient was I
For only yesterday
And never today



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