Lost in deep and murky thoughts
Laid thee in her empty slot
Blissful is she in happy moments
melancholy in her sober times
Anticipating her burgeoning womb
she anticipated her burgeoning womb
Is thy life futile she cried
Is my oblivious fate nothing but a lie
What is the concept of beauty
an idea? a thought?a conjecture?a charm?
Wheel of fortune is a predetermined course
an accident is a chance in...
