it just the matter of time
which never can be touch and smell
just can remembered
not a single bond remaining
flying light a white cotton
weak, light, asnd soft
look beutifull in a sky
flying without direction
keep reamin in the blue of sky
with the sun light as a direction
Yesterday is a history, tommorow is a mistery and today is a gift... Time is always run without stop it never want to wait keep u time very carefull regret in the end is nothing
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