Warm Pieces (30) - The World Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

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.