Thursday, April 23, 2015

Circles

Condensed mist rolls down the railing
The rewind button's on autopilot mode
Strings question decisions and ambitions
Past/ future, sorrow/ happiness; damn highway!

Human moods; circles on a circumference
Steps hate to remain stationary nowadays
Droplets of despair succumb to hope
And the weakness slowly makes way for strength.

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