Manchester of Love
My way of Life II
My way of life II The way you never find, that way I find, Life is indifferent pox, end is kind, Two hand of the round & two tools, One makes way & other makes fool. Her purse is always empty spending all trust, Yarning fruits, rebound stones & making of blust, Waiting till the doomsday & keeping the promise, Preparing my own grave as I the moment of bliss. Respect the war & respect in the war, Don't respect her when I found with bar, Striving for all relations & leaving selfness, Like ephemeral smile as I think of fortress. Twirling around the globe for picking a star, My intention is wire and sound like a guitar, Holding my tongue and destined it for soul, Detained the revenge & wishing for whole. Flow in and flow out, my heart scolding me, When the flood came disaster defeating me, Lost and won are the part of war but it gashed, I have infinite ability til...
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