Roaming through my soul
And going deeply to my heart.
I am tired to fall,
But again,I have to start.
This life has become torture for me,
However I fortune-tell something great.
One day,I will finally flee
To the place where I can be in my rate.
I always bear in mind
Everybody I once was friend with.
And when I decide to find
Them.They don't recall this.
This is what kills me most,
Not failures I have done.
How much it actually cost
For my insides to feel the rays of sun,
Roaming
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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