sometimes u be forced to hold the barbed wires
and press on it by all ur strength
then u swallow the patience
and u stay press by all ur strength
even if all ur feeling start to bleed
if u wounder how?
ask urself did u saw a rose moans for her bleeding?
or suffer of her thorns.althought we pick it
and enjoy smelling her last dreams
and we see her bleeding as a dew shining
heart splites by stroke like the death
but he still pulsing by life....and memories
and age lost despite him same like how words lost
and the wound increasing and cant stand more
but his trust in whom he deposit that heart in...make him
patient till time
(no affried on them and they well not be saded)
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