Monday, September 21, 2015

Duty of those noons


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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

Oh
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

Until
My dreams would be vanished.
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Kalaasuran Phoenix

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