Donnerstag, 14. Januar 2016

Poem for those still alive

The clock is ticking day by day
The hours passing fast away
While rushing through, what we call life.
Like cutting with a blunted knife

We try so hard in downing fate,
We chase the love, we spread our hate.
But no one ever told us that this try
Is cursed.

And so we cry.

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