Monday, September 21, 2015

Duty of those noons


How had I missed the last spring
Even it trust my whirlwind

There are some of fan tail reasons
There were some  duty for those noons
They were being me

no no
Perfectly I forgot to cook
Those evenings

About to spring my spices
Over all seasons in times
I was really seldom care

Hey wheel of times
Free my mind
From this summer stove

My dreams would be vanished.

Kalaasuran Phoenix

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