My Last Breath..

Whether should I start from where ...

Every breath I breathe bliss, sometimes afraid that this will end,

 Each I ran between the sun and the grass is green, I sometimes worried if this is not my place,

 I was on a catwalk of life, between the two dilemmas and thousands of points of view,

I have let my past go and not expect it back,

  When the cloud covers me, I always find a little slit my favorite sun,

 I like warm light, take care of me when his pale,


 However, when I know that the sun was chasing the moon,

I'm just speechless, in the same place,

 Not trying to pursue, because it will be in vain ....

 I just hope someday I find the warmth of the sun belongs to me not for others ..

 And will always shine for me. ...

kepompong 9'July