Thorn
- nazilag
 - May 2, 2018
 - 1 min read
 
Among our so many conversations
There is lots of ones
Not clear
Not trustworthy
The sad moments
which I tried
And I am not so sure that you also tried too
We are wondering between a Thornhill
Every step we taking
Made us hurt
I pray
For one morning
When I open my eyes
I see myself in the shore.






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