Wednesday, June 3, 2009

02/06/09

How easy is it to forget what you don’t want to
Its like taking flight to fly from the top, when you don’t know how to
Falling down, minute by minute
Remembering past with regret
N wanting to turn back time
The golden age which leaves reminiscence
Raping our present with its presence
The lost time, a reason for our time loss now
Was once a joyous present, moment of solemn vows
N would soon be just an imagination, lost in history
Something, which was never meant to be

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