On the first year of new beginnings,
I saw a snail with driven eyes -
Willing to finish everything in lax times.
How crude and simple it is.
On the second year,
Time started to dilate.
Everything turned black and white,
While sitting in this hallowed hall.
I saw a snail running
With sweat and body burning.
Our paths crossed, while the threads of fate
Played its game on us.
On the third year of Cupid's month,
The forest blessed us with dreams
The rivers bestowed hope
And the mountains gave its approval
The snail sheltered me in its shell;
As I share the same burden on its weight.
I just caught a running snail into my arms.
How funny it caught me as well.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
On the first year of new beginnings,
I saw a snail with driven eyes -
Willing to finish everything in lax times.
How crude and simple it is.
On the second year,
Time started to dilate.
Everything turned black and white,
While sitting in this hallowed hall.
I saw a snail running
With sweat and body burning.
Our paths crossed, while the threads of fate
Played its game on us.
On the third year of Cupid's month,
The forest blessed us with dreams
The rivers bestowed hope
And the mountains gave its approval
The snail sheltered me in its shell;
As I share the same burden on its weight.
I just caught a running snail into my arms.
How funny it caught me as well.
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