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i wrote this last year... hmm..this is the both sides of misunderstanding.. i do experience waht it should be. i knew what i must. we we're both wrong in the scene and also nobody's right. since i do write. i was inspired to write it.


Submitted:Aug 23, 2007    Reads: 606    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


I hear it at every sound that bites.

Love in its carefree whisper

Holding a cocoon of mist

Soon it will set free and show its beauty

.

In a love-like color which hurts my heart

Deep in my soul

It teaches a lesson

To Make a clean breast as igrasp it

.

Just take it easy

Quarrels make a person silent

Wrangles leave a person sick

Conscience starts pain

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Yet, conscience can mend a broken bar

Connecting all metals in rain

Making the clear blue sky in crystal blue vision

Sometimes, it makes a new world

.

This feels crazy and creepy;

That the person that quarrels with me much

is the person I remember much

Darkness does not exist when I see you

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Quarrels just get bad when you're in the room

But it has a good side when you're on the way

Keeping everyday meaningful is only the memory

The entire glow, just in the cocoon that shall bloom

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When this cocoon falls on the green, green grass

It completes the world

Blessings wrapped by a disaster

Quarrels are not meant to hurt at all





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