when i close my eyes;
i see black,
open after all;
i see nothing.
it just like a flash,
coming from yesterday and
disappear today.
rather say yes more than no,
but no is the best choice,
but i'll take yes;
and it turns to no.
see the blooming rose there,
now its crack with black in colour,
not by human invention;
but with love that forget.
and im wondering now,
why my red-heart is scratch,
and still,
with bleeding;
readers;
English is better to express the mean.
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