Alas! That one moment
I’m still waiting for it to come
My fate is slow and time is on the run
A dog is howling in despair
Someone is dying or
Maybe my death is near
I'm Trying to grab the hope
Dreams thus shattered
Soul is choked by strop
I feel like divested ground
Barren with no sight or sound
No birds, cupids or butterflies
Comes this way
Flower thus burned ashes doth flay
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