Life isn't about the destination. But the journey that gets us there.
Bygone the days that have long passed
Yet tomorrow will come
Purple flowers withered and fade
In the heart of a morning sun.
Birds fly the endless sky
And winter is fast approaching
Days has swiftly fly by
And so my life.
Like the leaves of a tree
Softly it falls
Every time the rain strikes
And rests upon the ground.
© 2012 Mycee. All Rights Reserved.
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