you are like picnic fire crackers
sorrow is disappearing inside
down there ashes are covered
you are a ship of unseen heaven
weekend yet turns in Monday
sailing on sea of wishes
straight driving by captain himself
sorrow you turn to a journey pleasant
time to sit n let thoughts to burn
a poem philosophy in life
picnic by life
picnic of life
sorrow, you are direction towards heaven
right way offering fire
getting over chilled
midair in heart ! !
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