The World - Warm Pieces Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

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World is beautiful and inexorable time. Quickly
it is running at breakneck speed. I didn't
notice the passage of time because I didn't keep
an eye on it. That's my loss. Perhaps more
quickly I would reach a conclusion that the
damage of the time is to a lot of thing,
activities, of people...

I am walking along a street and I am not getting
to know the friend. And she for me so. He is
shouting from a distance that the time for me
stopped and for her not, and I can see it. is
not having so loud to shout that I can afford
better beauty treatments... I am forbidding
nobody...

The December is ending and it is diverging and
with it, someone's unfulfilled dreams, emotions,
will stuff... An annual nostalgia and an
accounting mood are seizing me.
Yes, somebody will need 'to hit' and what's more
there will be the best settlement.