A struggle through the stretching time.
It was always the dazely soul,
Tiered by the restless mind.
Sweet memories and sour time-
A sorrow movie- a negative projection.
Life is a fine game of perfection.
Sometimes we just have to find-
What is Love, meaning of life,
And creation of gentle salvation.
But life hurts like a cramp,
Yet we walk to prevent starvation.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
A struggle through the stretching time.
It was always the dazely soul,
Tiered by the restless mind.
Sweet memories and sour time-
A sorrow movie- a negative projection.
Life is a fine game of perfection.
Sometimes we just have to find-
What is Love, meaning of life,
And creation of gentle salvation.
But life hurts like a cramp,
Yet we walk to prevent starvation.
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