While in the last seconds, I remember those 3 sequels, long woven by me will change. The past, the present and the future.
Those last seconds reminds that there is no future anymore. Its just the past; I thought was lost long before, will speak for me.
Silence before I walked in, silence once again after I'll walk out...
So my story ends, and a poem takes birth...
2 comments:
The Story never ends "idiot"......u write it urselves dear frd...have that belief...always!!
HapiBlogging to you my friend! Have a nice day!
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