The rugged roads,
The sinking sand,
The unkept bed and the mess around.
The frequent thorns,
The pretty bloom,
Swimming through the ocean out of the gloom.
The dance of madness,
The dance of coping,
Dancing to the tune of life…
That’s all my heart is hoping.
Excuse me for this terrible poem, but i soooo wanted to share it with you all!
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