Heart in mean time
I felt my
heart mounting so old in real time
Like an
Archive word in modern Rhyme
Like a gipsy entered metropolitan city-
One is
very rare, odd and undetermined
Whole
world left it alone, as dead buried to grave
As a young
tin legs stag around the pride of lion-
The god
of small things do not console it in mean time
Every
step, every sight and every breath becoming unreal-
No
console of close friends, even in such miserable mean time
I felt my
heart beating so cold, so fragile and so friable-
As desire_
desire destiny in such crucial and mean time.
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