One life

The last afternoon of life was the breath of wind sometimes the old leaves become like leaves.Once in a twilight, then the night, many are not seen in the morning, some do not forget like hardships and memories leaving behind the chest some people think of a life to spend.The pen in the sky is the invisible writer's pen they got up in love and loved them each living salualate even though we really love, some satrangas dream to survive.The pen in the sky is the invisible writer's pen they got up in love and loved them each living salualate even though we really love, some satrangas dream to survive.