I beg if my pleading is not a crime, And time is not time but a rhyme often spoilt by an inconvenient line, Of sin, I often found laughter at the end of the east, Where north and south never meet.K.Oni
We live and we die and we are forgotten. Life is a constantly growing rose That never kisses the sky. Our goodbyes is soon forgotten And d...
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