I remember each occasion
Which were considered to be coincidences.
Now,I am like in a vacation,
But even there,my soul surrenders.
I feel my own blood
Darken and spoil my insides.
I am cursed by God,
But still,my heart lights.
I don't mind flying away
To the place where I am alone.
It is work of hardship to stay
And be like a stone.
Let me feel what I crave
Because there are things I need to save,
But my feelings are hidden in cave.
Cave
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