I signed the back of a lottery ticket, filled the name and address clearly. <br />The night is sleeping but still I am awake in a Gas station to fulfill the boisterous vehicles. <br />I hear a whisper in my decaying wallet. <br />'Hey! Dear this is not the winning ticket exactly but a day would be appeared and bring you the lucky chance soon.' The lottery muttered. <br />After a lazy yawn I speak to myself; <br />'Nowadays the papers talk much while the poor people shut their mouths as nothing to put in for digest.' <br /> <br />* To Gheorghe Zamfir! <br />Your divine magical pan flute's notes impress me how to grab the fleeing life?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bitter-pill-implies-where-i-belong/
