Saturday, February 8, 2020

Arrows🏹

Who knows how long is forever. 
What if I die tomorrow. 
My heart hurt with arrow. 
Arrows which are made of sorrow. 
Attacked  by someone in a row. 
With intension  to overgrow. 
Am I a tree that falls by Windthrow?
No ,I will tackle it like a pro.
Assuming every arrow thrown was misthrow.

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