It's that time of day when,
The streets,
Once abandoned,
Replaced with a hustling-bustling crowd,
Containing a mob of people,
Among them was a white-collared worker ,
Rushing towards the bus,
To secure a seat before it's crowded.
Luckily,a window seat was empty.
He sighed.
Placing his head out of window,
He noticed,
À group of school students,
Rushing with all their might.
The reminiscence,
Of his ol' good days,
Floated in his mind,
Days free from worries,
When he has people,
People to take care,
To solve his problems,
To serve him.
There was no big dreams,
No big desires, No stress,
No jealousy, No evil
Only happiness and good existed.
But as he grew up,
He realized,
This world is polluted by evil,
Maintaining pure heart is difficult.
Though difficult but it's worth,
He knew it,
And wished to be a child again.
Welp, it's what everyone wishes for. Everyone wants to have a time of life when they were not bothered by others to this work, to that work. Just eat, sleep and repeat XD they all want to baby again.
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Faded Lines
PoesíaA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
