Life under the rain of pain!

Yes there is no meaning when we were together and now we are no more near and realtion vanished from our darkland.
separation makes me free
im singing the song of free bird
imitation is not a precious insident
but we are no more together
my old smile again comes upon the mustachue
dancing rain on the lips
relaxing massage in the hips,

but missing HIM
the real DUFF
he come sometimes in my dream
during the eyelid ON
ocerwhelaming with the gratitude of loss
thanks GOD
for your immence delight upon me.

Songs of the sepration