The period of relaxion
By: putri ys
A lonely man laid him down to sleep
On a bed under the moon light
Part of the body was hiden by the grey blanket
With the pillow and bolster in his side
It looked real from here
This world likes a big watermelon -he realized
It hard outside, but will broke if he throw it
Life was something that he must fight for
They can't decide how his life must to be
His life was his choosing, his own
Being around them who never care is like being around the empty stomach lions with sharp tusks
Everytimes he could be their prey
Before the eyes closed, he inhaled the air
Felt free
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