This was the story of my eyes,
flowing out massive tears of blood,
I was hurt in such a way,
on my face was a smear of mud
As my bloody tears flowed down my face,
I began to realize this case,
I was in grief and sorrow,
hoping for a much better tomorrow
I realized I was so weak now,
I could barely even take a bow,
but I finally stopped my blood,
I was a flower who had come out of it's bud !
©harisamir
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