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Monday, September 28, 2015

Life Somewhere


Tired glance of a woman The worn-out body of a man

In an effort, to survive Followed by a piece of bread

Children are full of desires Seniors in regret sleep

Escape to stay alive In the streets of death

Looking for an answer Answer for a question

Whom had stolen the love? Our contribution of life is just a dream

Shadows of fear and fright On the roof, of our lives is widespread

Our share of the life was absurd Live out is Exotic

Living as a slave is Weirder Our life is slavery

That is our contribution the viability

Kuala Lumpur


1 comment:

  1. I hope that the translation is accurate they are very beautiful.


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