pure poetry

Efforts and Chances

Fill it up, fill it more
Fill it ’till it overflows
Be careful of what spilled
Clean it up, a stain it leaves

Thought of ways, gone are the days
Still the stain won’t clear away
Giving it up at the last
Seems the only option left

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