I miss the sun glow
coming from the window of my room
I miss enjoying the breeze
that saves me from a painful doom
I miss those nights
when I'm fascinated by the stars
I miss riding on my bike
and be passed by the cars
I miss those mornings
that I don't have to worry
I miss not plaguing my life by works
but just think of a never ending story
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
I miss the sun glow
coming from the window of my room
I miss enjoying the breeze
that saves me from a painful doom
I miss those nights
when I'm fascinated by the stars
I miss riding on my bike
and be passed by the cars
I miss those mornings
that I don't have to worry
I miss not plaguing my life by works
but just think of a never ending story
A poem about my sembreak.
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