Tuesday, 14 June 2016


Often it happens, in the last o'clock
of night, when the sweet dream
breaks unwilling, and the
persona feels fatigue,
mirror reminds
the reality
of day
break, and we have to chase the life
without delay, in this crowded world,
nobody has the time to look
back, just keep the
sunglasses on
the eyes,
familiar faces maybe sting to your - -
soul, that's the realism of our
temporal world, often, the
nearest person impales
the nails in the
coffin of
however, the caravan of life remains
as usual flow of down stream.

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