In the mind the eyes don's see.
Stealing the find as the sky sets free.
Silent hands of time ticking ever closer.
Not wanting to see your life truth.
Looking on the wall only to see,
the poster of your misspent youth.
Reminiscent of life's past vexing deeds.
Regret is a fret not in the need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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