Posted: August 18, 2016 by lade in creative writting

Every person seems pushy
Hours to fetching fame for other
The yellow ball travels far
They seemingly sets at a round.

Here, every word means yes
All hidding lies bloom,
Any word said comes with honesty,
Not even the law can carve out such truth.

No harsh face,
Merriments with gestures,
Laughter with grin
That’s the chief executive of the day.

My round table,
Different colours with labels
But no trust of the fellow
A place where sadness are left out.


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