One beautiful night in the middle of June,
a lonely man sat and he stared at the moon.
The weather was perfect no wind was hissing,
but still the man felt that something was missing.
Perhaps he was hungry he needed to munch,
but that wasn't it he had such a big lunch.
And then in that moment it popped in his head,
"I know what is missing: My soul. I am dead."
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
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