Passing Times

The valuable times are passing, passing from life to doom.
Wiped out three sixty five days from the calendar.But what I am doing now ? Nothing , and I think nothing will be happen to the next.The pains are surrounding the whole feelings.Only the memories of her belongs. Drunken feelings with her .



Poetry by shiddhartha
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Written on 2012-03-02 at 16:09

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