But my flowers do fade
And the night does come
Where all my sorrows begin again
Tis a wasteland a barren place
Undeniably a deserted Land
I speak not of the desert or mars
But of my heart which finds its home in thee
If I should die with her eyes in view
Death will be no death to me
A smile will remain with joy, unknown
The hour when death finally close my eyes.
K.Oni
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