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Jun 2014
We spend our time, people pass us by,
Their thoughts are sly, they might wonder why.
They see white fog invades our cries,
And carries away the fear as we look each others eyes.

We breathe it in, let it run through our vein,
We savor its taste till we can't keep our pace.
We laugh our anguish and scream our heartaches,
We let things happen as they please.

Stories are said, open hearts are offered,
In this place only God has made.
Feelings are replaced, some wish they're dead,
What a boring life, nothing to achieve.

Evenings come, thoughts appear uninvited,
We share each others dreams in midnight silence.
As we lie in bed thinking of the days ahead,
Tears flow down on our faces, we can't help it.

Oh white fog in the air, wrap our miseries within,
Whatever life we left behind there, only heaven knows why we're still here.
In this world where worries are present,
It is a miracle this kind of friendship has taken place.
Aicon Pretal
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Aicon Pretal  KSA
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