From a Dead One **FROM A DEAD ONE** Pain of seven second surgery, I daresay How pliant it is for you to tell our coffee is finished, our story is finished With you, my life was also a stage, A stage of a trifling play, When in our love I also threw, My brightest years away Till we met along our way This constant thing named "change' Just in time fragility is on its wake We let our feelings veiled Pettish arguments started to make its way Till in my eyes, no longer light you…
