DUSTS OF GOLD
It had only been several days
But worth a thousand years suffering
Memories began to be shaky
Falling off like rotten apples
Suddenly, the impotence of potential
Energy was potent
Love bonds
And it breaks
Like dust
She blinded me
But now I see, clearly
Question;
Can the truth
Turn false
Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif
ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com
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