Forgive My Silence If You Can
Forgive my silence if you can
I do not know your lips I'm sorry
My tired shoulders want some glory
of palms and kiss of yours, my pen
will write this misery with rhyme
And we can't get the place with dawning
While little bird sings songs in longing
It's very strange, we have no time
to reach ourselves so happy place
to drink its mirth with greed together
Paint-brush will draw in spite of weather
in heart of mine your pretty face.
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