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Pari Bucha

A Smiling Retreat

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Poetry



In the thorns between the bushes ,
Along life's hazy rushes ,
Winds that feel warm ,
Oceans of emotions
In whim chained hearts they swarm ,
Rolling down tears that say,
Softly - everything will be okay ,
Hopes fabricated ,
Some say destinies are fated
It's meant what it's meant to be ,
I shout out of desperation ,
But why its always me ?


Next morning I shed open the curtains ,
On the rising sun's grace I Shed my burdens,
Smile , to renew
Smile , to retreat
Of what people say I belive ,
It's fate of course ,
That from god's abode endorse ,
And If not today , may be morrow ,
Rain will drench away the sorrow.

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