Thursday 18 July 2013

A Small poem

Time never submit the answer, life never shout.
There are no blooms which never fade;
There are no spindrifts which never turn back;
There are now lights which everlasting existence;
What do you worry about?
There are no Scars which never heal;
There are no sorrow which never past, there are no despairs which never stop;
Why don’t your release your brooding brow?
I never scare though I can catch few moments,
Cause eternal son from one by one few moments.

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