The lock of fear is insecure.
And love is surely the cure –
You always feel the way it heals.
It is for real. It is for real.
And it’s okay if it grows dark
Cause love’s already left its mark
Right in your heart; feel free to act –
Don’t worry about your conduct.
And brittle tone of fear is gone.
Love leads you on and on and on.
Why to use flashlight if there’s Sun?
A fearful man? You’re not the one.
Love kisses tendrils of your hair.
It’s very fair; it always cares.
You just be honest to break herd –
You will be heard. You will be heard.
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With words:
To break herd, grow dark, tendril, flashlight, insecure lock, brittle tone, conduct;
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© Copyright: Сэн Су, 2015
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