Once so far away but not so long ago, a man all clad in cowboys
clothes, he was drinking whisky, thinking to himself of life around him and
all the people.
With all the steps he made, he closed his last day or may be his last
glass of whisky, last glass of whisky+
But he was dreaming for a fly and was falling to the ground .
The world was too small for him, he was tired of breaking down,
The tears filled his eyes, The sun made blind, light got him to the
point and only night gave him a shelter and only moon unfolded overwhelmed
with tears eyes.
He knew what is loneliness+but he didn t care as he had a dream of...
I hope you ll never see him,
See the poor looser.
19.02.03. D T A