Saturday, January 09, 2016

So Hard


For time to time
Each passing days
Passing moments,

For each memories
Things getting far
Getting tougher,

Harder to harder
Then things get impossible!

Nothing to dig
Nothing to hold
Nothing to spend...

. . .

Jr.

. . .

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