Poetry / the story of life...
as a bird cries for water,
so may times it doesnt rain,
hearts get to call their eternal partner,
love sometimes can be torture pain.
wind alike storms destroy,
killing and managing the horror of death,
love and selfishness both come to not be avoid,
and at the best end its not the one fair.
water flows in the same river,
but overflows if too much rain given,
as love drives it self up the feel trimer,
jealously times drives to dusty end.
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It’s hard write about love, but I really enjoy it! It has a nice flow, and I like the finish (last paragraph). I’m rookie in English, because this I can not write about grammar. Keep writing!
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