No more Love

There is a suffocating voice,

living a dream of the front runners,

want to pick and establish ideas in the world,

Then falls back on its feet at the end,

There is a slow engrossing love,

that the voice charms with her spell,

Then the lovers bless there is no pain in the head,

Just a violent falling of the trees where people tread,

It’s an insignia for God caring souls,

who ask for more and more love,

There is a confusion and Love unsaid.

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