A mistake I had committed ago a period of time
It seems it will last for a lifetime.
I do not want to water the past saplings
To revive them to kill my happenings.
It’s all a mourning scenario of unpleasant rhymes
Which makes my morning dull , a several times.
I used to sit quiet in my own way
I do not want to find you even on this hay.
Your magnetism is just like misty clouds
You like the aura but can’t get them bound.
Life is a canvas of endless strokes….
Whatever is not understood becomes a joke.
Still in the plains one finds frictions…
One is lonely even in relations !!!