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May 2016
Time simply pass,
like an express bus,
People come and go,
like a winter snow.

Important  people leave,
like silence that make us deaf,
And so strangers are starting to arrive,
like flowers after winter thrive.

And eventually you would fall,
like willingly answering cupid’s call,
Make you forget you were hurt before,
Like living in an illusion , loving more and more

But just like season as we know,
Strangers come and go,
Leaving you nothing but pain,
And all you can do is wait in vain.
Written by
Charmaine D Jaro
307
     Lior Gavra and Enola Cabrera
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