This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck, still like a rock,
The rivers flows, yesterday played
Aloud in heads, all the good times
Shared in the shirt of wine and dirt.
Tomorrows lives and also leaves
Breathe are fooled by pretty tools
Fighting for wealth from width to breath
Daring last feet for wine and dirt
Wearing the shirt dust never fulls.
This breathe beholds short stick to hold
Run out of luck still like a rock,
As rivers flows, stars also glows
With regrets yet, none dish the dirt.
None dish the dirt – resonated with me
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The power of words. Thank you
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My love for classics
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Wow!
Thank you Manjari
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