Monday, 18 August 2014


Our bus follows destination,
Speed and sound of engine
Make us awake in lonesome expense,
Among greens both sides of road.

Looking through window
I find one lonely flower
Red in color in all green bushes
Not touched with peers for love,

That we need in great happiness,
With time of loveliness, alongside,
Mind knows wishes of green and red,

Yet I cannot touch the red heart. 

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