Sunday, September 16, 2012



Who says happiness knows no
Life even minimal part
And when it did so dispose
The whole does not deserve any prayer
Gradually hope ever dies
It leaves in place a mistake,
Stubborn rider allocating
Harvest that really does not deserve.
My question unanswered and move on
As much as I actually still try
Escape from my mirror, I'm so
Hideous face exposed in the present,
How much of the past still missing
No spring nor dictates the garden ...


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