Friday, June 15, 2012


His smile was sealed forever with a lie.
His laughter have lost its true colour.
then and then
His heart was like a desert, without a spring of love and eternity
Oh then
He was remembered, the poorest man of the world
then and then
In one autumn season, he was begging in my doorstep
Nothing was left to gift, not even my tears
He return, holding only his empty hands
then and then
the saga ends
Love laughed at him, stating him, the poorest man!

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