Your bad things...
That you make me
Head ache and
Stop my sleepy
By fiddling your load things
Which are not really exist
For me ...
SUNDAY NOON
Tears of your smiles
Of your eyes
Make the soul of
Someone's living.
SUNDAY NOON
What is life?
Can I ask her destination is what?
Now alive and die one day
And what a matter… Go away!
SUNDAY NOON
Life is not a morning us
So I lost and flying hope
Weep alone and laugh again
And …acting a play
Full of pains…
SUNDAY NOON
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