………Any Morning for a Quiet World

Fresh air to breathe

Clear water to bathe

In the head full ghost I found nothing but the blue

And in the very beginning of delusion,

That wondrously inviting us

The misery and pain are those hideously appear at the last

The edge of my view for the world sanely

…I guess its how tomorrow’s done…

Tinggalkan Balasan

Isikan data di bawah atau klik salah satu ikon untuk log in:

Logo WordPress.com

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Logout / Ubah )

Gambar Twitter

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Logout / Ubah )

Foto Facebook

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Logout / Ubah )

Foto Google+

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Logout / Ubah )

Connecting to %s