It’ll be better not to meet you,
Living a life through with no hopes,
Blessing death, rejecting power,
Seeking for a heartache loss.
It’ll be better not to know –
Never, never! God bless pain!
How it invades and blows up –
Such a midnight firework!
It’ll be better… but I cannot
Sense the lonely Universe;
I’ll put on my sash to dance on –
Free your butterflies of love!
No Rhyme
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