It's the end

 

 

 

My life is just like an old theatre

With all the curtains down

And full of dust.

This theatre is forget by all

And all the pays played in it

Have been forgottten by thousands of years

Or , maybe no one came here...

Soon , someone will destroy it

And will make here a big monument

Over it will plant some roses

And in this way,

Much more peolpe will came here!

 

Codrina