Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Coming of Age

Coming of Age
Mom's embrace is your cradle.

It is really big rain, and we, look stupid...

Extremely frivolous. Nonsense. It is young.

Youth will never grow old and feel old.

We are brothers, that doesn't matter about consanguinity.

There are not time machine, the past can never be change.

However, if it can be, when do you want to go? Yesterday.

I am in this side, you're in that shore ,two side of sea. It's discrete.

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