Memory, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Why though adjectives doth us express emotional.
Yet the truth hides in God's peaceful describe.
In the end,
act of happy, lost, spoil, and sorrow meant to fade.
Its a guess,
that you are on your own to face a sage.
Otherwise,
its a field trip with death that you will find your goal for
your eternal life.
Affinities are lasting.
Goals are determinated.
Whats in your memory,
represents your destiny.
Eventually not as lonely.
And make stay for the longing.
Posted: 2015-05-25 01:48:10 UTC

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