Sunday, 13 January 2008

थे डे ठाट इ दिएद

The speed, the rush
its almost like flying
but lost in this feeling
is how people start dying
She lays in her bed
in a room painted white
she is in an endless slumber
all for the senseless feeling of flight
She will never awaken
at least thats what they say
because they all know
I died that day - Unknown

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