dusk began to fall ...
when I awoke from my sleep
already obsolete and archaic several objects in my small dome
the dust was blown out the window
I greet with a smile
a drop of rain, my handheld
I do not know, what I feel today
vacillation and destruction
The past has gone to the carriage
brought quickly from the front
carve upset without truth
but I never give up
I try and always tried
just smile that always etched
although the hearts and minds never united
but, confidence and enthusiasm made me smile =)
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar