Time of existence
Life
Time of existence
Life tells an untruth, soaked of loneliness
but disappearing is beautiful when the cry
becomes a symphony of a broken heart
People are not dying of its sickness, but the life contract is over,
and it is just the reason to make things to remember
The unfinished labor, repentance, while others are showing the loves,
which that supposed to express when they are still alive, but it's too late
death means no suffering, no dream, no outcry of an innocent
no hate, it's pure of love and no fiction but the paradise
While life is full of crusade and sacrifice
anxiety, broken promises, and hatred
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Prince Alonzo Nawi Alimuddin III
short storyteller, and blogger
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