bitter tears have captured my throat.
He is just a dream
that will not come into reality.
I was living with hope
to kiss him passiontely
to see him near , gently touch his body.
My path has ended,
I have nowhere to go.
There are too many roads
but I am at the deadlock.
I need to go on ,
may be to want something.
and stop at last believing in tales.
bitter tears
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