Friday 1 August 2014

A dream,she never dies...

There will come,a tomorrow...



Everything you wanted,will
Walk to life,off the shackles
Of a night's sleep...


You'll know...

The cuts and bruises,your own
They were reasoned,of worth...


Every yesterday,who had questioned,will be
Washed off,in the first rain...



You had to live.....

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