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Lost In A Gentle Face
AH (15/05/19XX / Bangladesh)

Lost In A Gentle Face

Poem By Augustus Hsfel

So little time, yet so much to do;
I hear the clock chime and see the sun rise anew.

This world is such an ugly place,
But in time you see a gentle face.
A face that shatters your minds peace,
A snare form which there’s no release.

You will dream of her every night and every day,
And your dreams will send you astray.
I have let her insidious beauty seduce me
And from this prison I don’t want to be free.

I stand; time does not
The world slips my hand, while I am trapped in thought.

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the world is such an ugly place, full of craze, but many would embrace, coz it's a life in the first place. nice piece augustus!