By Poet corner
Our lives were changed and our hearts were snatched,
Every places and street were snatched,
No one asks, how is our living soul,
Our life had gone now our purposes were snatched,
How this journey of the burden will pass,
While a friend of my pain was snatched,
Thus, memories of trees in the unbearable forest,
The journey was love, that journey was snatched,
Come the day, change the painful night,
How is it possible to sleep, the pillow was snatched?
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