estranged hope
sunset gleems,where shadows are born estranged when the first shadow is borned, in golden rays of the sun the colour repressed the real of world , the rays of hope illuminating the sky yet the earth prepared for the darkness of night, the hope the good the world says but how would they know the peace in knowing the worst, estranged in this world that works on hope, am I an alien or just another a folk.
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