Deep
Whilst favorite days sneak away,
Life begets the hurt it made
We are faced with palms of aching salads,
Like every piece is a puzzle,
Fix it!
Waves of sad days,
Ocean deep memories while we travel,
Through the ways of pain and sorrows?
Will it end?
How deep?
Nicky Nsa
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