Everyone has a mystery,
It's because everyone has a story.
Some let it others see,
But some keep it in their diary.
It is the only identity of us,
Which will really last.
Even gazillions of events passed,
No one can clone you, even dust.
YOU ARE READING
An Obscure Reflection
PoetryMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...
