Saturday, March 30, 2013

Still, Not A Solution

Dear breeze,
bring me go. Far away leaving all this.
Spread the wings,
with hope it will help the wants.
But nah.
There is no sympathy left between these turmoil. 
Emigrate like the nomads.
Wander all around,
to finally find 
the whys of undefined feelings.
To reciprocate this 
abandoned soul.



You tell. 

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