I sleep with the image of myfaith in my mind,
Wonder if my belief would
be one of its kind,
Treasure of the memories
filled by my side,
Looking up to the heavens
to get a glide;
Walking at the windows
staring at the stairs,
It's been so long since I have
stopped enjoying the fairs,
I still hold my breath in my hand and wish all gets right
Even when the start never starts and the end never ends….
Life is not worth your cries and you can't get
defeated despite all your tries…
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