strike like the lightnings
what not meant to hit
where not meant to dig
but the existence accidentally did
our bright shadows
on our life gallows
when the being sunsets
how the dreams learn death
we wept like a bible texts
A'karikz Yannaing
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
D.I.Y
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