No One Knows
And
the morning has been too cold
No
cloud, but still it’s crowded
He
knows that he has ever been told
But
he didn’t trust the old
Grows
as nothing, but just a silly goat
Somewhere,
looks for the truth along the road
The
road where you could find no gold
Watch
out of the flood!
Again,
he doesn’t listen to the old
He
sinks, though his soul might float
But
how long would he hold?
The
death is ahead
The
cold heart doesn’t melt yet
And
the story remains as just a story, which couldn’t be read
Author: Pande Bayu P.
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