Nothing left to express
How I long to see that face.
My control is going less.
I need to take a glance,in any case.
Imaginary land
Where I already succeeded.
Take it as a grant
That I am not still killed!
My thoughts drive me wild
I totally admit
This is weird,
I know where it all will lead!
To the vast of mess
Where no more need to guess.
I am not becoming less,
Just wanna feel rest.
Rest
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2019
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