You're swept off your feet,
Like a pollen in the breeze,
Your journey takes you somewhere,
But you do not know where.
Painful memories,
Blissful times,
Excruciating experiences.
Life is hard,
It's painful,
Full of sorrows.
Fleeting it may be,
It'll soon come to a pass,
A checkpoint,
To an untouched beginning.
Friday, June 3, 2011
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