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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