I am short and tall

Youpele

Youpele

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29 October, 2011

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The day died as normal

The sun kicked the brick

The moon eyes opened as formal

I tried pet myself to hope

It's a month past now

Saw days danced at the playground

seconds had them laughed like a clown

while I let my pen lean on my thumb

Distance can be a friend

Jets can be there within an hour

Bible says its better in the end

but the time I hate that's why it flies

Who says flowers don't have troubles

anyway their colours won't show

that describe how I struggle

nothing good as short but I'm tall to reach there.