A Paper with wry

Tickling eyes with shivering cries,

My words occupying on a paper, with great sigh,

My sentence may dry,after i fly

still it will speak, how i verified,

Keeping you in me is becoming a lie,

I can’t hold you further with wry,

Good goes besides us,

Thank you,for showing my flaws,

Giving up what i learnt,

so i am leaving you from my mental gum,

My words are all yours,

As you gave permission to explore,

words are half here,

As you know, the other half is present there.

-Ray

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