torrid and fraught.
Begins with zero
days of confusion
uncertain, but true.
Times some twisted
like bars in a cage
Happiness streaks
sun through cloud.
Days shrouded like
mist from the sea.
Sorrow maybe
unfounded contempt
Actions regretted
perhaps we can find
answers relating
to us, all mankind.
For certain we know
what time, did us give
Romance of Life
until, the end
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