Friday, April 20, 2018

To Chill



A place so wide
A place of tide,
Wonders around
Walks on the ground,
Luxuries in sight
Can be seen a rain of light.

Endlessly walks in cold
Just wonder to unfold,
Chill in a mall
With plenty of stall,
Search place to feel relax
Until found the right climax.

Jr.


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