A flower blossom today
may not remain tomorrow
a air you breathe now
won't get again a while later
you dream to have your own moon
you dream to have your own sun
you dream to have you own stars
what the hell you want
i just wonder and wonder
what the hell in your mind
This to that , that to this
what is the thought of life
you may not here a breather later
you may not see me a while later
it's the reality , acknowledge it or not
life is becoming foolish,need some charming polish
Note: Black and white Nepal Himalayan world
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