Thursday, September 6, 2012



Every destination leads to new memories,
You compile reality everyday;
Some pebbles lost in the bay,
Surviving souls are hopes in your way.

Oh! The mighty sun,
What you saw in the road;
The cooks are busy in their Lives stove,
Water your happiness to harvest some love.

Actuality and factuality of life,
You device pain and cultivate all vice;
There is a growing tide,
You decide your stride!

Now when the moon grows full,
You decide and break the rule;
Those innocents are not fool,
Killer – go back to your school!?


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