Staring at those stars inside this room <br />figuring out how flowers bloom <br />could there be any instance of oblivion in that sky? <br />or obsolence of flowers saddens the eye? <br /> <br />Questions that comes from any bridges of life <br />will it stay as wonder or will it gone strife? <br />then it traps me into a box of a certain thought <br />no questions! in this hint of affection I got caught.<br /><br />Paolo Mikel Moro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/euphoric-pages-ii/
