REGRET
Breaking down the history blocks,
When looking forward to the crescent moon,
Dancing in the darkness of this poor life
To a kind of notorious beat,
That tunes in raw; the worst pasts
To the tiny canal of the auditory cave;
This links the message to manner pave,
This makes the eyes to spill its stream,
That forms two lakes between the cheeks.
This breaks the heart to its smallest piece,
The heart thus sick,
The heart thus sinks,
It thus sinks into the stream of pasts,
It thus sinks into the awful pasts.
What such life is this?
Where already shot stars
Leave persisting scars.
If we are able to focus the future,
What about the past deeds
Which cling persistently
To our left chests wheels?
We
regret!
(C) HYBRID
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