Life of Pie


Life of Pie
Like a love
a bundle an aurora,
full of tea garden
and its mystery around
a pie of lucid dreaming
Where the money floats
in a stork’s journey
a world without all medicines
no drowning
no patients
none be afraid
of love or
deprived long strange trip
and those people
who asks where to go?
I called it Morgan
we’ll are a speck of dust
on an extraordinary mission
the exception, is
some let out their passion,
which encounter the rye
with last word,
the bell sounded,
And the man shouted,
“Whose Next”?

Livin’ life of Pie. 





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