"Shelter"

Our lives are short
Because they are built up
Only with the brittle moments.
If a river can cover up its tracks,
The field of green grass may
Still, crawl along with the wind,
But a feudal lord of nature
Holds the neck of that current
And pour into the ocean.
The moments get dry while
The summer solstice was
Passing through on those,
Memories even tended to
Blow through as sighs.
Like the dreams get wet
In the middle of the seas,
What can you raise as your greed?
Despite some chapters have passed;
Let me just pushing an appeal to you,
Dear draconian nat devas.
I will build a tent on her curving eyelash
And will stay up to the end of those days!
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#KLT
5/Mar/19

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