I'll live on
Not giving up to the moon
The ice is broken
The old tombs filled with rickety worms
Painful odds of time like the block of stars
The old cranky time reminiscing the stars
Memories seasoned with gleeful tears,
like a babe dreaming of stairs
The time keep on breaking the tears
The odds of the past,
like a dot of black on the future's sky
Yet, like a risk hard to dream
I'll keep on dying, not giving up to the moon
For within me, I love to live
©idowuzion
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