The past

In the end of our life

All our wishes belong to the past

We don't want to forget

And we cannot forget

We cannot change anything

When were young, we only found the fever of pride

We refused it that time

But now we became old

We have to accept it

I don't have future

I only need my past.




Poetry by poet*salem
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Written on 2018-05-26 at 19:35

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