Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Yesterday was all, but everyone left
So caught up with living, hard to forget
Doesn’t mean I was there with them in places
So distant and alone, I stood face to face with myself
Indeed, maybe I was afraid of this falling age,
In so it seemed I forgot how to calculate,
For me to accept, its an empty road with moving traces
Where my foot steps always disappeared in disappointments
For their life it was spent, it was to be meant.


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