8 June, 2017 21:16

Green flower with satellite white pentagonal flowers.
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Day scars

Tired of wearing my armour,
I rest careless on this wooden chair,
No care for winners or losers
But only for safe guardians
Of the everyday life.
Another day is over
With no fresh scars on my body
But invisible dry marks
Close to the heart.

Friend conspirators

Shying away from the heat of the day,
we all slowly gather in the corner
Like old friends
We tell the personal lesson
that we learnt today.
Like Brownish snails
with a load of wisdom,
We hide and secretly plan,
Dreaming and building
A new life to come.