He is sitting beside the meadow,
With a vacant mind,Though thousand of questions are running through his mind...,
Do they really exist or are just passing by ?
The playfulness is missing , as well as the life,
The man , within his soul , is hoping and also dying.
He tries to arrange some points,
Justifying himself or her ?
Allowing the time to pass by ,
And the darkness to devour him totally ,
He is drowning , and missing her hand truly.
The man inside is burning out now...
And after a decade , he must be thanking her for helping him out to be the Phoenix for his angel.. !!!
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