Old ends with lot of gain
Dreams still remaining with pain
Lets make out intentions plain.
Here i go again with my empty brain
let me blame my busy life for that drain,
Even if i sing it still ain't gonna rain,
But we might never get away from pain.
Tie your laces and put on your boots
lets wash away the old painful soot
We have to get out of our mood
and stop being so damn crude.
silly poem by me...
nice shot
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