Dear you,

Isn't it love you're in search of?
Every memories has a hundred years
Don't know how many are waiting
Move ahead in search for them
On the love subway
Your story will stand in someone's heart
Like that of a saint
Oh! Tears of happiness
Comes from a content heart
Whose missing rib is found

©️ Ibratosyn'21

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