Remain. Poem by Ache of Soul

Remain.



After hundred years,
A part of me will be raised
When the weather is not gloomy
And the roses are bloomy
While the sun appears, you will be raised
I will be whenever you are to remain
To taste that ravishing pain again
Then the sky will play its symphony
And if I have a choice,
I will choose our prejudiced destiny
Again.

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