Move On

Endless Nights,
And I wake with sleepy eyes,
With a belief,
That time really flies…

The morning sun,
Shines with all its glory,
I stay there,
Thinking about my life story…

The old photos,
Keeps our stories,
I take one,
To evoke the memories…

The tears,
Often roll down,
I wipe them off,
And say “move on”…




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