life is not just like a wheel.
life is also being like a tree.
a tree ; a bushy leaves ; a tall one
no one plant you.
no one take care of you.
no one pouring you.
you'll die.
& the leaves will dry.
blown by the wind until you say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote Everything
Rastgelethis maybe a poetry. maybe a confession. maybe just a talk. in english version
