in times of sorrow,
in times of grief,
life is tested,
even your belief.

may ask for thousand wishes,
but three may even hard to wish,
without focus, 
without aim,
life would simply be
a lame game.

Pretty face,
sweetest smile,
now only a memory
no one can reminisce.

reality is now,
when misery & sorrow succumb,
the once beautiful face
now filled with grimace,
the once innocent smile,
now clothed with indifference 
and pain.

even a wish granted
cannot turn back time.

once a beautiful life,
now just a broken line.


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