Don't blame me if I go by day
The bird came home ; not wishing
To go again
I feel the pulse of the days fingers
The tears of yesterday were jealous
Smiles embrace my lips
I see Dawn on the shadow of age
Don’t blame me
I bled the aroma of my era ..
Amid your hands
I felt great pain there
As long as I gave you my grief's
Now I could leave without hope
How long the aspirations danced
In my imagination
I spent my days like a child
Desiring a new occasion
Till I
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