As sands of time slip by, molting the true hidden beauty of life,
And pushing the unfortunate dunes of moment, by its ingrained joyous wind.
Memories of those days, of which I forgot to kvell the beatific journey of life,
by loosing oneself in the shadowy rabbit hole, reminds me of my immaturity and stupidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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