~ The Book of Life ~

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Sometimes on any evening,
Why heart is so tight
That every crowd does
Something else alone,
And the moon which sees all
But remains silent
Why not paperweight of the table
Where is the book of life
The page turns up,
The storm of time,
Why not a messenger in that river
Both sides never meet
Just a tuck
For each other, for years,
At the moment with their dim eyes
Eyeglasses can also become moon,
Can be built between the river
A pillar of light, can melt
Some frozen untold things,
A float which is floating
Looking for,
And when you're embarrassed
On your silence hides
Someone's replacement behind
So why does the peep blur
From the back of the sheet,
All of which fall from the hole
Charm silence,
And takes it away
Slowly in his arrest,
Then every passing moment
It happens miles long
Memories of those facts
When tired,
Why not make moon
Soft cushion of unskillful,
And why not a sweet long sleep
There are many more jobs
For the moon,
If the skirts go ahead.

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