Vinoth kumar

Rookie (10/05/1989 / mumbai)

The Color Of Black

Everyday I wake up to see the color of black
If I don’t hear the voices, I hold my pillow intact
I Lie, naked, no feelings for hours
Only can smell the beautiful flowers
No one should cry if i die
Coz' i never desreved this life

I always aspire to see the morning yellow
But these wishes pulled me deep inside sorrows

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