No Remorse!
How cold are you, a question
I'm warm, I thought, my condition
Now I need to find a direction
If there are many such assumptions
Someone was a sweetheart
For someone I had to leave my tart
Someone used my heart for dart
Someone always gave me a start
When I see the cloud trails
Thunder which follows the rains
It's fine, let there be a stain
Life well lived will have strains
Perfection never been a theme
No straight lines in my dreams
Some plants are not green
Thoughts born n died without greed
As the day shuts the door
A breeze comes arround the fore
A walk across the future shores
Telling myself, I have no remorse.
How cold are you, a question
I'm warm, I thought, my condition
Now I need to find a direction
If there are many such assumptions
Someone was a sweetheart
For someone I had to leave my tart
Someone used my heart for dart
Someone always gave me a start
When I see the cloud trails
Thunder which follows the rains
It's fine, let there be a stain
Life well lived will have strains
Perfection never been a theme
No straight lines in my dreams
Some plants are not green
Thoughts born n died without greed
As the day shuts the door
A breeze comes arround the fore
A walk across the future shores
Telling myself, I have no remorse.
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