A human race
Everyone, wakes up and starts running,
Fleeting the shadow
False sense of control over the self
Crossroads, both a chaos and an order
Parted by destiny, united by hope
Thin air keeps blowing away the leaves,
Not always,
A sweet fragrance,
A perfect shade of blue,
A luxury of retrospect,
A rosy beginning and a happy ending
Fear ~> Trust ~> Shared dream ~> Dead man
Customary to remain silent
A sensible mind
Everyone deserves a morning sunshine
With a immunized life.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
A human race
Everyone, wakes up and starts running,
Fleeting the shadow
False sense of control over the self
Crossroads, both a chaos and an order
Parted by destiny, united by hope
Thin air keeps blowing away the leaves,
Not always,
A sweet fragrance,
A perfect shade of blue,
A luxury of retrospect,
A rosy beginning and a happy ending
Fear ~> Trust ~> Shared dream ~> Dead man
Customary to remain silent
A sensible mind
Everyone deserves a morning sunshine
With a immunized life.
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