[ Draft version ... so please comment on it ... ]
Sometime like haven,
Sometime like hell.
Time to time it change,
It make us happy and sad.
People search for
One of it, as it
Their destination.
I Never understood why,
The search, when both are here.
The search end when,
The life with nothing left,
And nothing more to search.
Remembrance of my life, July 26 2010, 10:27 PM
