Our days are like those Passing clouds up in the sky Simply because they pass so quickly And they replay this all the year around... They are merely seven days, but They sometimes slow down to that extent That we feel them like seven-hundred years Especially when we're sick or When we are in awkward situation... These days go faster than anything else Especially when we need them to slow down... Our days are pretty, but They sometimes carry a lot of surprises to us... Some days, we're happy, but In some other days We're very sad... Days are our births' history and They are our deaths' history too... We are merely available among The hands of these days to take us From this day to that day and So on... Some of our days up and up, but Most of our days are completely down Simply because no on can Guarantee these days at all.................... ______________________________________________________________________
Focusing light on the basic things of our life.Fantastic.
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Focusing light on the basic things of our life.Fantastic.