Wednesday, 22 February 2017

hustle


 The world goes into slumber
as i struggle to for a fortune
age aint as they say a number
And luck has no perfume
A life full of burdens
work struggles and sins
Life ends so sudden
The coffin maker never wins
death whispers to life
As the ocean kisses the shores
creatures fight to stay alive
in the end nothing to show
hang a mirror and light a candle
So we may spread the light
sea waves have no handles
Brace thyself for a fight

  moment of silence


                          #plsucre

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