“Any future plan?”, she asked
I told,
“To grow, taller than the height
Heavier than the weight.”
“haha”, her surficial response
I was abstracting my dream.
She thought it is fun,
Nah ! it’s my life.
Let it be.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
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