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
.
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
.
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
.
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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