Monday, 11 June 2018

Building panic

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Building panic

Uncommon that starlit moonless night,
By building panic it appeared bright.

The mighty dream collided to ill,
There was no value of our will.

That time nothing belonged to each other,
In crowd only fate was our brother.

In coldly night the warmth of your hand,
Was a land on which I had stand.

Many things we wanted to say,
But around us fear of death sway.

At last moment after taking oath,
Breath ceased and I gone to loath.

 

Jack Elixir

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