Wednesday, October 27, 2010


an October past through,
but, i'm waiting for the chill of November,
thou look like a pale orange,
viddy well mates,
it's sad to be written,
the path that we walk,
is not the same anymore,
waiting that day,
a day of returning,
back to our ground,
 it is ugly,
but it teaches us,
to hold our dignity,
to praise our believe.

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