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Leading to the road of wayfaring
Entrap into illusion of spurious joy
And other rueful phase out of control
Then the fantasy begone gently
Dissolves in the dust unwittingly
Courtesy stays
Yet the warmth no longer stands
The man who once hail out love craps
Now filled by enigmatic quests
To where?
Where has it flown away?
I like this poem.. Could I get your poem?
ReplyDeleteSure. But make sure that you understand the copyright of every art, just simply by put the writer's name on it :)
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