I swim in the life
Without any feeling of flowing time
Sometimes I feel that
My hands will touch a door at last
I will enter through it as soon
But crazy winds just those times
Shut the door at once
Sometimes I sit in front of a closed door
look back sadly at the foot steps on my way
And snowflakes on my head
Then a wind gust of door closing
Opens behind me another one
Pushes me back to it hard
Sometimes I look at closed desires with an 'oh'
Come back to enter through open memories alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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