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Bleeding sky

The wind is a messenger, Who preach the world all over, But human not even once never, Listen which lead our world with anger, The future is getting colder, While our minds is getting weaker, Our present will not be better, Unless we start all over Lies fall form our mouths, Tears comes out our eyes, A curse of our mind, A sun from a bleeding sky,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/12/2011 2:48:00 PM
sad world view here I hope things look up for you soon. Light & Love
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Date: 7/3/2011 5:36:00 PM
Very profound piece. I like your style of writing. The title really captured me.
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