Future prospects

by Charming   May 18, 2009


Nobody will die in peace
Or in harmony
Pressure from all around
Quiet places everywhere
Resting in one place
Starting something new
Till the end of life
Untill we find the perfect time
very little time we have
Wether we like it or not
Years pass by and yet we see
zeal still passing through our veins

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