My numble paradise
Is the place,where I roam every day.
I feel like I am too wise,
But I don't pretend anyway.
A breath and I am ready to go on,
Let me only feel the sun.
I am always alone,
But that doesn't mean I am done.
This is just how I live this life,
Going in my road.
I create,while you survive,
But this is my load.
I love each part of this way,
You may think I am mad.
Becoming better day by day,
While you are becoming only dead.
Paradise
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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