Just like sentences finished by glances,
We seek our hopes with triple dots.
A drop of magic, pouring from lashes,
We draw magics to smiles silently.
Stagnated we are, in the form of evil eyes,
Got carried away,
Like a sole misery we do not wait for a cure.
Hunting for souls on soulless streets,
Still not aware of escaping ourselves.
Simply, we hush certain feelings,
Carrying our stories with glances.
In the title of an unfamiliar tale,
In nets of a grumpy fate,
On pages where clean lies are deleted,
We write new ones in time,
Through loves hidden in glances!
Meo - 2018
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