Leaning back on my memories
The faint image of those beautiful hands
Defined my hopes
And crushed it
The soothing voice
Driven me, to do
and not to do
The Eyes,
Ray of energy to lead my life
And blind my mind
Those moments are my wasted time
The stupid reasons, the impossible hopes
Still, I weep for those to do the same.
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