Stop me not from spreading out-
As my dreams got broken-
Disappointed from moment since awaiting your call-
Never more walks past that passer by-
No sound , nor echo, or signs of footprints-
If broken noone gather me-
What if your reflection is etched on me-
Who "d willingly be broken like this-
As dried blossoms pressed, found in old books-
Now what hope can show up at the door-
Passages of life are silent awaiting someone to return
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