Past

Tue, 11/13/2018 - 10:44 -- Tanu

There lies a way of forgetting your past,
Its a big secret with hollow in its mass.
Moving on is the only solution they say,
I wave you to make your soul ride in its way.
To break all the tyres and follow up your way,
Hell would the sorrows go and
morrows would be where yours shadows glow.

Comments

gone rouge

I can relate and also you did a really good job.

Tanu

Thanks a lot for your appreciation.

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