Closed Myself Out

March 9, 2015

The time has drafted away

Year’s after year’s it slay

Meaningless, it continue at bay

The flower has fallen and lay

Without the source of day

Its anger and say

My soul is only here for a day

For I will pray

All the way until I stay…

Gray

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