Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Past Sunday

Had been passed

Daren't rain this brave again

Whenever murmur at tip of mouth

Just disappear of the moon

Whenever see with trouble

Just surround tear

Only a honesty fable.

For sadness again and again

At the end

To old road like classic

Got poison

Daren't take this ignore again

Fall down little by little

To the rain drop of October

Believing in mind

Didn't wanna hate

Daren't say as defect

Only partly miss

In the past Sunday

Left me..............

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