The morning Sun's dawn
Had a victorious story
For the dewing leaves.

The withered riverside leaf
Had a fall's story to share
With the rippling water.

The handsome butterfly
Had a story of heroic love
To propose the flower.

The love lost twilight
Had many stories unsaid
To its sweetheart - Sun.

The grandfather moon
Had a boring story of moonlight
That the earthlings slept.

My pen, trickling the paper
Has not mere stories to tell,
But the true griefs of the world.

Let my life's tears
Not wet this papyrus...
But may this world's do.
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So, dears, this is going to be out title poem. What say?
And for this, I want something; something from you.... Yeah, a title! Suggest nah? All the best to be the owner of our title poem's Title maker!! May good ideas embrace your brain...

Notice
From this day, I will be updating poems from True Lies (our first poem), once again... So, if u came in between to this family, it is a good chance for you to follow this book smoothly... (I see there are few like that)
And for others, my new poems' titles shall be accompanied by an asterisk.

Love,
Ed!❤