Downward,
Head north to south,
Or south to north,
I can move freely.
The light of fun getting brighter,
Spotted at a spoted,
Like a huge spotlight,
On the top from the sky,
But I never get to see,
What's the difference,
Between,
My light,
And those shadow.
Just like a piece of leaf,
Falling as it dated to be on time,
On the upcoming season,
Sure you'll see,
What's behind a shadow,
other than darkness.
Taking out my paper,
Could buy almost anything,
As it comes in a price,
But still it never really do,
Buy everything.
Could I see a brigther life,
Maybe I mean it,
Something way betetr than this,
But I'm very thankful,
For this condition,
But it true,
I expected way better than this,
Maybe I don't see it yet,
But as the matter of fact,
It doesn't matter.
Liz
{I not it down let it clear. Hopefully it appears to be dark. Because it doesn't matter}


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