Life passes by....
Days come high
Its getting hot inside
hopes towards..
the future insight
blood is on a boil
to clean the spoil
is time the only healer??
there must be
......another chiller
the hope is on
till the life is gone
waiting for the spring...
when will the phone ring
its all a dream...
like a dry stream
Is it too late
to change ones fate
reach for the sky
................and fly
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