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Rough Routine …

Sometimes life is utterly…
Revolting and tiring,
With its boring obligations.
Life is strife.
I wish that I could take these moments
And throw them in a
Dumpster called ‘Life.’
Perhaps I am a sissy,
But I weep for worthless worries,
Hating that these soppy tears,
As well are nothing.
That is why, at night I calmly,
Lay down on the road of dreams,
And I watch the moon changing.
The moonbeams and their stars,
As they illuminate existence.
I wish that,
Life was beautiful…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag