A LOST BALL IN WEEDS

 

"Look at the mystery of the streets, thoughts of isolation. 

I'm buried in the courtyard of segregation".

" Oh! The orange blush of heart-catching sun

What do i know of thou. I'm decorated with imitation".

"Thy dear steps which were here yore__now in neck of woods. 

Oh! You bound me in the distress, dreams were shattered".

"It's been a blue moon, I'm still drowning in emotions. 

Sitting on catrenary, a watched pot never boils".

"As long as I'm waiting. I'm outside half, salt in my wounds. 

I'm usually leaning towards lea, running down a lot of dolour".

"Every moment i cried for a cruel sense in bad thoughts.

Even more hopes were wasted in the parts,fabricated not at all".

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