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Oct 2014
Every one is running,to be ahead of life
but miss the scenery, miss the life
no, he just wants to be with us
we look back, He is not in sight!
looking in front, but no one is ahead
thinking , we are left alone in this fight
Fast forward to the finish line, we run
death is waiting for us,with her open arms
Hand in hand with life, He is seeing me out,
She is waiting for me but it's not quite the time
i'll enjoy this walk, as i'll enjoy death's arms
no rhythm or rhyme... this is not even poetry, i wonder why do i write...
Owlman
Written by
Owlman  Iran
(Iran)   
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