Words of Soul
I Write from my heart and try to relief the Soul!
Thursday, 13 April 2017
The Vague
The Vague
Sitting on a chair
In dark silent night
Litting his cigarette side by side.
Bitter memories,
Poisoned thoughts.
Roasting in his brain
Like gavel.
But my dear
One cigarette after another,
Will not help you to forget her.
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