Poetry

Play Our Life

Dark like no moon night
Street with everything to hide.
Walk until you find yourself
Stop not when hear a sound.

This could be it
Or it could be that
No vision but only flyers
Buzzing next to your eyes.

Standing a few steps ahead
Touch and feel like a blind
And you get what you like
That’s how we play Blind folded.
And that’s how we play our Life.

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