There was the day
when suddently
some another wind
has blown me away
for some time...
And only now,
I turned back,
I surprisingly watch around,
how long way
you went ahead...
When I turned
with my wheel back,
where I before was...
I realized
how much I missed
here...
there...
anywhere...
The life so quickly run,
the days are so short...
I have to admit
the reality,
that I'm not able
with this cosmic run of life,
to keep my steps...
I realized,
that if I want
without stress
to live
I have only pick pieces
once here...
once there...
no matter where....
(c) shipka
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