Is it full of dark?
Or,
Darkness i see
Believe me
I can't see the things
That what you see
Or is life an obscure art?
I can't understand
Though the life is growing old.
Is it full of dark?
Or,
Darkness i see
Believe me
I can't see the things
That what you see
Or is life an obscure art?
I can't understand
Though the life is growing old.
i like the question- and the purpose vision of otherness
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