Under the sun*
This life flies somewhere far
Yesterday February was roaming
Under the sun, the nearest star
And no one lost the morning
Yesterday I hated the spring
A stupid child being
Today I've got obsessed
From body's sense
It's so funny and silly
To remain a child
But it's wise to act up on people
Laughing straight in reply
In respond to gestures
Of those who burns in fiction
Collecting nonsense ruptures
For lovely mission
They will see my sadness in dreams
While this life lies with each seem.
4.04.
Under the sun
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