YSK Moon

My Old Sesson - Poem by YSK Moon

Summer sweating, winter cooling.. And am waiting for rainy rain...where the seasons, where are choices.. Oh my luck of good give me my season.. its back thought.. my senses gone..all remains constant.. You &me still segregated.. Then why the hell the earth revolves around sun..i dont want cloud , i dont need club of moon nights.. Just give me my season back, ..that all i need.. To pass my surface time. i dont care breakthrough any begininng.. I dönt wan live my generation.. Stil i wan b generation.. Star... Oh my goodluck..Give me my season back again..

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012

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