It was beautiful;Yet, was sorrowful;
In the desire to live;
I forgot to give;
Myself the sensibility;
To get over my sensitivity;
Its hard to dwell with heart;
Until the day you get hurt;
Then you listen to your mind;
And your thoughts begin to grind;
The essence of your soul;
Covering up your goal;
Like dew drops they shine;
With the sweetness of wine;
In no time, they vapourise;
Leaving us mesmerised.
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