Tuesday 10 July 2018

Flying clouds .


When the shadows of death comes for your soul, where do you think you will go !?
You breath until time stops but, then you just go and walk in hell or heaven .
So simple is life, like that !
The steps of your breath and life is short, it is so little life-
what good you will choose to do with it ?. . .
Some people breathe the air when others live the shadow of death,
they dream of they own soul .
Freedom- sometimes,
it's so hard to let go of someone you truly loved in life !
Clouds are flying in sorrow of our lives till
we meet again in kisses of the sun with an embrace of love .
Farewell all of you !




                                                             - A. A. Popovici,

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