As time goes by so rigid and fast
Many still wander the path of the past
Afraid to let go of all that has been
Conveyed by a gloom that's created within
The color it blooms is as dark as the night
Smothering all spots that would shows us a light
The answer is simple, just make your mind clear
Live life in the present, for here is no fear
'Worrying is a misuse of imagination'
- Dan Zadra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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