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Jun 2015
I sat there, amongst the oak trees
as breeze tickled my face and cheeks
danced around me like a girl in her teens
sun rays played pickaboo behind the leaves
my eyes bared their childish tease
i was alone, the last man on earth
as if i could hold the girth of life
like i was holding my knees in my arms
everything was there while nothing was there
was it a dream? i'm not aware
Owlman
Written by
Owlman  Iran
(Iran)   
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