Lost stars on a sunny day,
Rough paths losing their way,
Some wordless, they can't see nor say,
Another problem we have to face.
It was so simple to me before
But now, I can't even see me anymore
Lost under the surface, hidden by the day,
Why must everything go so fast?
I wish the good would stay.
Why won't the past go away?
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Poesía[DAILY UPDATES] These are just stuff that doesn't fit in anywhere, and poems...I guess. Started on: 21/4/18 [@magisterium-] HIGHEST RANK: #69 (well actually 30 but) in poems | #7 in possible } #17 in bright :)