World


You’ll find things as type you desire.
If lost the one, can make the other chance come.
If you will care, then the other would do,
Bee runs for honey, ‘n the man for just money.
Change is style of this beautiful world.
Every second this ‘time’ has a continuous change
Wear things cover body, don’t care new or old.
Stay fine with things you ‘ve, no cares it’s big world.
Out of range here’s nothing in this world.
Nothing is ‘impossible’ those who say…… ‘So strange!’
‘Fell down’ get up; don’t look for care or hand.
If cry, could somebody clear, tear, little it’s good world.
(c.k as oliver)

Submitted by Oliver William .

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