"Faithless Boy"

Migrating; migrating,

Is that my story’s perfect definition?

Not amazing, just a dupe’s worth reaction,

When I was climbing up to peak,

Where was cunning snow-covered and

What the masses of clouds as wile prides;

I didn’t interest to look down there how it’s deep,

How the valley far below;

Now I wincing with so much regretting;

I want to apologize with heart and soul,

Course I’m the only one who can knows me,

How migrated from bard to another,

How migrated from heart to another;

I’ll bend my knees down when I see you;

But I’ll glut and conceal my confession till I meet you,

Because I’m scare the next—

Migrating; migrating.

Kyaw Linn Htoon

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