Thief
Back in the days, when everything seemed plausible
faith was unnerving, passion was burning
it used to be very vivid
the teeming emotions of blissfulness and certainty
in a world far away from this reality
waking up to the most beautiful sunrise, music of hummingbirds
and aroma of the morning dew
then dark clouds started to appear, gusts of wind
sky started crying, like a forsaken child
never caressed nor nourished
just forgotten, and left there to be
#WhyamIstillhere2
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