'Tis five in the morning
Whilst darkness on streets distracts the childrens fingers
Till sunshine-my son-hence thou no terminus for the day
For no mind is given to the
thy might,the light shall come again
'Tis ten in the morning
The commencing of the streets
Was like that of a rocket artillery
However the people are a print
To our world's cappillary
'Tis noon
Everything turns louder
The stillness of the sun
No different from the aura
'Tis not given to the grant
'Tis evening
Red light,amber,green light
Car hoots and screeches inches
Don't go,you won't leave me right?
The past is the future insight
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Author:
Kelvin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2016 21:14
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