by

DavAjit

Filled with bitterness and sorrow,

Caught in a timeless sequence of row,

Two breaths, that wrench the heart;

Don't reminisce the gentle feather that blew away,

Three breaths, that wrench the heart;

Flowers fall from the rain as I become sorrowful;

I clouth my throat, just to chunk the air,

I was traveling without a trace,

Driftly, swiftly beyond ultimatum,

Hanging between limbo,

Four breaths, that wrench the heart;

Pours my gold in an endless pit;

Five breaths, that wrench the heart;

Purge my cloth of happiness in dye,

Six breaths, that wrench the heart;

Pluck my apple, as i drift to oblivion.

Breath

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