Days of a crise in peoples minds
Days goe and surround us
with splendor of a poor man
seeking to get what he wants.
Calling it crise,
I am not about to die.
Minutes go, and the world
has lost its inspiration
seeking to what it wants
Entering spice
dime of shade
I am not about to die.
What a favor,
to see such haze
of a warm atmosphere
in a weather thy beauty
were people just like
to pass by
and
seek the one the others
insufficiency.
As day pass by,
thinking,
we are not about to die.
Elize K.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
Days of a crise in peoples minds
Days goe and surround us
with splendor of a poor man
seeking to get what he wants.
Calling it crise,
I am not about to die.
Minutes go, and the world
has lost its inspiration
seeking to what it wants
Entering spice
dime of shade
I am not about to die.
What a favor,
to see such haze
of a warm atmosphere
in a weather thy beauty
were people just like
to pass by
and
seek the one the others
insufficiency.
As day pass by,
thinking,
we are not about to die.
Elize K.
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