the innate beauty.
came to me, when i was lonely.
when i was alive
in the despise.
the innate beauty
smile to me, when no one around.
living in the sorrow place,
at the phase,
he thrown his face
in the darkness of haze.
the innate beauty,
you've sooth me,
with smile
makes me senile
when no one i am not old
fades away the sorrow soul.
running to the chess
away from all the mess
rhythm of the roam
running from the storm
the innate beauty
i swear to me
i love you
until the end of me.
alana.
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