Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Every colors in the world

I have not yet taken myself
To the place that I solemnly miss
For not money and company that I need
But strength and memories to latch in

Let the tears sunk even the ocean you may
Why move on, I said on the way;
When you can stay
And let the ship takes you astray

For my burning spirit had been missing
When I heard your calling
Not from the phone, but from the ceilings 
A soft tone lullaby of goodbye; I heard you sing


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