Monday, November 12, 2012

Thou, Migraine,

I will die like a little bird
I had a conscience till today, this moment
Thou, Migraine, You should know this

I had no boundaries
Trees, mountains are kissed
With love and kindness
Thou, Migraine, You, Unknown that

I was a pen in my lifetime
I saw laugh as well tears
Now I can go far away with the death
You do not Know that, dear Migraine

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