surely everything in life ain't for keeps
this world of ours is not ours to steal
maybe in the shadows of the morning
you'll get to see what i'm dreaming, of
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
surely everything in life ain't for keeps
this world of ours is not ours to steal
maybe in the shadows of the morning
you'll get to see what i'm dreaming, of
This is going to be a five part collection, of a few verses, or even stanzas, where I'm basically expressing that life is short, what we have now we might not have tomorrow. we should treasure the jewels of today and reminisce the loss of tomorrow...
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