SoNgLeSs WoRlD

 

 

The laws of life are thrown like dice,

Turning and weaving in our mind.

Grief chills the tears to ice,

Loved ones no longer can we find.

 

With them the harmony flies,

Without them, lose their wings.

Watching it as it dies,

                                                Live in world without songs.

The End

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