‎Friday, ‎November ‎29, ‎2013

I shall now be at my end, love
Let the leaves stuck up above the ground
And the brightest flower to its tree
The sun will do its best to its kind
While the rain should lesson for forgotten rays,
I shall be at its rhythm and plays
Now let me go and let me rest..
I have no interest for this world
Neither of their foul strings..
Enjoy your chase, greed and love
I will be better off gone..sleep!

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