Thursday, 17 July 2014

When time comes, It just do.

I saw birds fly.
They flies free
Leaving what's behind
Blow away the joys
The tears start flowing
Creating puddle and soon a sea of tears.

Theirs had gone earlier
Against the law
Not a word can describe their lost
Their sadness
All left for me is shock
and worry.

"I'm scared that mine will fly too.
How do I face it when time comes
How would I live
when what is mine is taken away.
It has always been mine
ever since this eyes of mine is open
All this time that passed,
I'm afraid."

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