Thursday, January 25, 2018

STORM

There is a storm in my life,
And everyone is not so kind,

The slow wind....blow from a side..
And destroy the whole of my life.

I am telling my feeling to one's,
But no one hear me at once.

One day this storm will go,
By striking my life and whole.

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