Friday, 19 November 2010

Life poem

This feel strange that think that my life one day shall take end that the while i walk on earth is one look higher one short minutes. Their night i go with my wondering and dance the waltz mean for universe presumably nothing all. This feel so strange that think that my life one day shall take end to the silent majority send off  i resolute. All for short is our while in life but dear , our love consist our name have i write in tree the live in middle thousandth year.

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