Saturday, March 21, 2015

Forward












Spacing out all the while

Living in the world that seen

Though it comes from afar

That gives life full of mystery,

Running like no tiredness or weakness

Through and through flowing to fast

Trying to stop but still coming

Till left of only acceptance,

And living on it to a forward pace.

. <'_'>

J R


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