Tuesday, 28 June 2016


In the doom
You are broken inside

In your voice unending pain I felt

In the lap of nature

Wavy mysteries blooms every time

to accommodate yours feeling.

Then,

Why did to repent the remnant past

Walk on and on to enjoy the life;

In the doom;

You will be the winner anyway.

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