Getting Older
The age aging.
The world changing.
The life leaving.
We are here,
suffocating.
Sure it's not the magic wonders anymore.
Sure it's not the same path we've to go.
People change,
People die.
The world and its fills cry.
I greet them goodbye.
Copyright © Nisa Zainodin | Year Posted 2015
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