Untitled #8

These words, they smile, at the sound of a rhyme

Life happens, and the feelings pent up,

left unattended.

But no need to rely

on things that are temporary.

When the suns sets, so the sadness go,

hopefully.

This ain’t making sense

but I’m trying to make a smile

out of the words that rhyme.

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