Finding 24 Hours Poem by Liza Sud

Finding 24 Hours



You can't escape neither joy, nor sorrow,
Everything exhausts you to the bottom,
And revealing every day by seconds
And in prophesies seeing long years,

the Eternity you see in every moment,
and above the ground as birds you hover,
And you go from circles to new circles,
coming to your home just for a moment.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015
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