nice words dear om basma ifeel the same feeling when i wrote this poem
That's my train ,
A series of pain
Gas of tears
And smoke like fear
Leading to fate,
Wont come again
When I can't try
I stop and cry..
I turn around
And say goodbye
I shall die
Don’t ask me why
but we should b more optimistic
deal sis!!
waiting 4 more wonderful poems
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