i sat in the street,
light not so bright,
you stand at me,
with a drunk face,
"why are you here in
the middle of the night?
you ask,
i saw your face with a beird,
and you looks old man,
"I don't have an home, it's so far"
a smile that so genuine and sincere
at your face,
i finally, i see the end of my path.
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Journal De Tragique
PoetryWe know this world was cruel and betrayal, but one thing that cannot been erase the words of tragic that keep always happen in every life, and everytime. do you want to feel that way, or you should do the right things for your own good. hope you sup...
