I have lost my child hood
with unforgettable memory
of my parents my friends and
my teachers
Gradually In this illusioning world
we will get or lose
everything
before departure to the destiny
To whom we love most
This eye wait for whom
always
This ears always want to listen
whose voice
This nose which always want to
take essence
To whom we see in the dream
With whom I love to spend whole
life
The most and the dearest one
we will lose one day as
lost love the painful moment of life.
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