Live with, Wither with and Rest with
The flower which was born
It grows, lives, and frowns
So let go, an ultimantum ,
A hill awaits alone
So the hill awaits alone
The sight was there to see
But what else, man?
Is the star with you also?
But what else, man?
Is the sun with you also?
Is the moon with you also?
Is the galaxy with you also?
Ah, the breath which meant to fly away
What remains but names on stones
But eternal glory,
lives, and will not wither.
So that's how the poems ends. With a whisper, not a bang. I do not have a particular interest in the poetry, but it so happen today that I felt the need to write. To write and to sing my heart out. In school, in the almost empty cafeteria which I enjoy a piece of solitude. I like herd though, it excites me and keep me occupied. The friends, the smiles, the times which flows away so easily, and memories, today, the day which my comedy club convens from 4 to 5, is a good day.
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