Storm softly touch my heart with a little sand sneaking into my eye
Bad, good, all judgments deceiving little life I hold
Black river flowing and churned up with white sands above million shells
It is paradox, it’s weird! Yet it was me
Time passed, life will over, love stay forever in me
A new me reborn with a new packaging and notion
I breathe air now, not another sad stories or trauma from the grey area
Breaching out the doom and running with my leg to reach my own name
Thank you God for giving me a little tool inside my vulnerable body and mindMy Heart… yes it’s my heart…
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