A Poem For Pity-My Friend

When I watch the mirror of dawn,
It’s you pity,
You’re nice,
You’re beautiful,
Just like the morning mist,
But,
You’ve taken over me;
Pity!
My friend,
You’re loving,
You’re graceful,
But,
It’s not me,
You’ve taken over me;
Upon your face,
My heart,
Upon your heart,
My soul,
It seems,
We’re more together,
Than any lover,
Ever have been at least in words,
You’re so compassionate to me,
Like a god, for his believers,
That I feel of living,
Yet another day,
I wake up with you,
And slumber in your cuddle,
Right in my heart,
You’re warm,
You’re delicate,
But,
You’ve taken over me,
Pity!
My friend,
We’re no more in the world,
Defined by people
And their problems,
Rather we’re in the world,
Created by sorrows,
And irrigated by you,
Whatever it is,
Either a deep wound,
Or the grief of deads,
The pain in the chest,
Or the stab in the heart,
You can heal all,
But it’s not me,
You’ve taken over me,
Just like the spring flowers,
takes over the beauty of morning,
Pity!
My friend.
It seems you’re a rain,
I’m a gloom,
You’re the desolate thicket,
I’m a its dweller,
You’re the wind of the sea,
I’m the castaway,
You’re the swamp,
I’m an orphan lamb,
I’m the pain,
You’re the shade,
We’re more together,
In the sea of life,
We’re more livable,
In the sky of life,
We’re more free,
In the broken world,
We’re more silent,
In the thunderstorm
Of young autumn,
We’re more enduring,
In the fearful evening
Of winter’s funereal march,
It seems we can wade
In the swamp of a nostalgic life,
It seems we can glide,
In the nebulous glade of isolation,
Tell me why we’re more together,
We both are broken heart,
So why not we cross the sea together,
If not,
At least let’s sink together;
But for now,
Pity!
My friend,
For now we may remain silent,
For the tumults we’re yet to endure,
For now, we may remain calm,
For the waves we’re yet to explore,
For the ocean is endless,
So we’re;
Sometimes I feel,
I must have let go of you the same day,
I knew it was you,
Looking over me,
As the lover admires the beloved,
As the summer leaves look for the autumn,
But look!
How hard is to even imagine,
A heart without you,
Just like a life,
Without suffering,
For now we must pretend to cross the sea
And sink together;
Pity!
My friend,
You’re ironically beautiful,
In the filthy face of my life;
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