Some Toughts Are Hard To Die


Sunday morning,
saw you hanging by a thread,
spinned with a magic ply

Eerie weather,
who's not able to complete,
led us to pass you by

Missing streams
clashes through the ocean,
takes time to unify

In your daydreams,
butterflies in light blue sky,
Caught in a lullaby,

Seems like a dream,
more a nightmare than a dream,
whispering another sigh

We got over
this misunderstanding







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