I go up and sometimes take a rest.
some go by and they go further away.
things fall.
I hide my head to avoid them.
loneliness comes along.
my heart tries not to be carried away.
I trust the spiral stairs of my life to bring me to a breath-taking spot
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loneliness comes along. my heart tries not to be carried away., yes that is the right path to follow to overcome the vagaries by life.that is real art of living to meet any untoward circumstances, lovely write,10++